[ It's easy to settle into the routine with Mustang, despite the absurdity of the situation. There's a rhythm to the sharp, biting way they exchange information, and Edward's hackles ease down, not quite as suspicious as before. He follows all the same, knowing too well he doesn't have a choice as folding his arms over his chest, wincing at the way his body aches from the cold.
That's something else he'll have to think about here, too, isn't it? His automail. His stomach drops. ]
Yeah, I got a lot to learn. [ He does his best to step into stride with Mustang (hilarious, considering he's so much shorter than the man) but an attempt is made all the same. ] So it's you, me and Hawkeye here, right? How many of us ended up here?
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That's something else he'll have to think about here, too, isn't it? His automail. His stomach drops. ]
Yeah, I got a lot to learn. [ He does his best to step into stride with Mustang (hilarious, considering he's so much shorter than the man) but an attempt is made all the same. ] So it's you, me and Hawkeye here, right? How many of us ended up here?