Array 099 [Video]
... awww, no. Now all of the roses are dead...
[Al's hand comes onto the screen, he's holding the PCD like a camera, picking up a dried, brittle flower.]
Most of them were dead anyway, but... darn. I wish there was some way to...
[He pauses, and kneels down. Somewhere in the distance, a lone cricket chirps, somehow surviving the heat. It's dark outside, dust clouds overshadowing the moon.
There's a soft clapping noise, and Alphonse presses his hands to the dried, wasted soil. Soft blue light glints from his palms, and a single, white flower blooms up between his fingers, fragile, glasslike and perfect in the moonlight. In fact, it is glass, from the crushed sand.]
Just one...
There we go.
[Alphonse slides a finger down the delicate stem, only to prick himself on a glass thorn. He gives a little gasp, and drops the flower, where it shatters against the cobblestones.
He goes silent for a moment, turning his hand upwards. The blood drips off the side of his finger and down to the cobbles.]
Hmn.
[He doesn't sound sad or troubled, just thoughtful.]
[Al's hand comes onto the screen, he's holding the PCD like a camera, picking up a dried, brittle flower.]
Most of them were dead anyway, but... darn. I wish there was some way to...
[He pauses, and kneels down. Somewhere in the distance, a lone cricket chirps, somehow surviving the heat. It's dark outside, dust clouds overshadowing the moon.
There's a soft clapping noise, and Alphonse presses his hands to the dried, wasted soil. Soft blue light glints from his palms, and a single, white flower blooms up between his fingers, fragile, glasslike and perfect in the moonlight. In fact, it is glass, from the crushed sand.]
Just one...
There we go.
[Alphonse slides a finger down the delicate stem, only to prick himself on a glass thorn. He gives a little gasp, and drops the flower, where it shatters against the cobblestones.
He goes silent for a moment, turning his hand upwards. The blood drips off the side of his finger and down to the cobbles.]
Hmn.
[He doesn't sound sad or troubled, just thoughtful.]