Al felt his anger growing as his hands pulled into fists. "Brother didn't do it wrong!" ...Sure, Al was furious with Edward, but that didn't mean anyone else could attack him. Never mind that an experimental transmutation, done by a panicked, grief-stricken and pain-blitzed adolescent was probably imperfect. "This is what happens, Mr. Greed. It doesn't last. It never lasts. The soul belongs in its own body."
This was hardly Al's first serious brush with death. There was, oh wait, that time when Al had been eaten by the gate as their transmutation lost control. Not to mention when Martel's blood had washed over his own blood seal, bringing back all his memories of the Truth. Al and Death were closer than most people ever got, let alone most almost-17 year olds.
"I'm going to die. I've spent half my life in this stupid tin can, and I can't taste food or hug anyone or feel -- feel anything, even when girls flirt with me, and I'm going to die like this. And no one cares. You don't, and neither do they."
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Date: 2011-01-16 04:46 pm (UTC)This was hardly Al's first serious brush with death. There was, oh wait, that time when Al had been eaten by the gate as their transmutation lost control. Not to mention when Martel's blood had washed over his own blood seal, bringing back all his memories of the Truth. Al and Death were closer than most people ever got, let alone most almost-17 year olds.
"I'm going to die. I've spent half my life in this stupid tin can, and I can't taste food or hug anyone or feel -- feel anything, even when girls flirt with me, and I'm going to die like this. And no one cares. You don't, and neither do they."