It hit Envy with a sense of forboding to note how very calm Hohenheim seemed about this. But then, why not? This was his institute, after all, wasn't it? Oh, shit, he probably had something ridiculously ballsy planned if he was parading himself in the open. That as what Envy got for not thinking before he charged, but he'd never been good at planning ahead. He had been good at dealing death quickly. But he couldn't let Hohenheim's death come too quickly. It had to be painful and slow. But then, if he didn't do it now, it might really be his last chance... Damn it!

But he still had that calm fatherly facade on that he had used on the visitor shift. And now he was pretending to be a patient... That smug bastard was still trying to fuck with him.

He squeezed Hohenheim's neck harder and muttered sardonically, "Quite fine, daddy dear." He used Hohenheim's own weight against him to throw him to the floor, and he hoped to Gate that it hurt when his head hit the ground. A nurse would come rushing in only a few seconds, so he had to enjoy this, and hopefully make it damaging. He rested his foot on Hohenheim's neck, putting on a heavy pressure, but not quite ready to crush.

"You came back," He said, "The one nice thing you ever did for me." He grinned darkly, allowing a moment for Hohenheim to speak in return. With as dear as this moment was to Envy, he needed it to be at least a little bit poetic.