[ Ed whirls around at the sound of the voice. He pauses, clenched metal fist still resting against the stone carvings, and he stares. Panic claws its way into his throat, makes his fingers tighten against his fists, his heart racing. He blinks a few times, but his face doesn't betray too much. ]
Mustang?
[ He doesn't move, watching the way Mustang moves with certainty toward him. Something is wrong here. His stomach sinks. ] Doesn't matter much if I don't know where I am, huh?
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Mustang?
[ He doesn't move, watching the way Mustang moves with certainty toward him. Something is wrong here. His stomach sinks. ] Doesn't matter much if I don't know where I am, huh?