[ The fire provides warmth he hadn't realized he needed. The chill from the rain begins to ebb, but Ed keeps his arms folded at his chest. There's so much to digest here, so much information to unpack later when he's had time to rest.
Disappointment and confusion wash onto his face. ] So Al's back home...
[ Back in the fray, fighting Father and trying to win the Promised Day. He reaches for the glass of water, but doesn't drink from it, curling metal and flesh fingers around it. Giving him something to do.
And as he catches up to everything Roy is saying, the color slowly drains from his face, his fingers tightening, both confusion and something akin to terror lighting up behind amber eyes. He'll get to the whole future thing soon, the 2 year time gap between him and the man sitting across from him. All the warmth rushes out of him.
Maes Hughes is also here. ]
That's... that's impossible. [ Choked, like a child who has cried one two many tears after a tantrum. ] He's— he's dead.
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Disappointment and confusion wash onto his face. ] So Al's back home...
[ Back in the fray, fighting Father and trying to win the Promised Day. He reaches for the glass of water, but doesn't drink from it, curling metal and flesh fingers around it. Giving him something to do.
And as he catches up to everything Roy is saying, the color slowly drains from his face, his fingers tightening, both confusion and something akin to terror lighting up behind amber eyes. He'll get to the whole future thing soon, the 2 year time gap between him and the man sitting across from him. All the warmth rushes out of him.
Maes Hughes is also here. ]
That's... that's impossible. [ Choked, like a child who has cried one two many tears after a tantrum. ] He's— he's dead.