[For anyone listening who knows, that's the familiar roar of the Zoomer -- Al's bike-like hovering contraption. The one he's had for the past few years. But something sounds a bit off about the engine, even to the untrained ear. It keeps fading in and out, sputtering.]
Oh no, nonono-, come on-
[The engine roars back to life, but then sputters
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And then... guess.]
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... Al? Are you okay?
[Good lord the Zoomer looks awful.]
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If he hadn't been wearing the armor, he'd certainly be dead.]
I don't think anything's broken.
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He moves over to Al, picking his way over debris, and proceeds to check Al's neck.]
Does anything hurt? Anywhere where I'm pressing?
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It aches a bit, but not that bad. I don't want to know what I'll feel like in the morning though.
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I'm so glad we made that Pactio...
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Me too. Me too.
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[He backs up, looking Al over for a moment, scanning for anything obvious. Upon finding nothing, he leans forward, pressing his lips to Al's temple.]
If you're hurting in the morning, let me know and I'll try to heal what hurts the best I can.
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[Al beams up at him. The floor is just lovely, really.]
Careful, lots of broken glass-
Will you help me up, please?
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[Here, Al, take his hand.]
... this is an impressive amount of damage. I... don't suppose there's a way to rebuild the Zoomer, huh.
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... and then down into the orchestra pit, where the other part is.]
Not without Dax, no way. I don't think even Winry could save this.
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At least I still have my staff, if we need to fly somewhere?
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... a lot of good memories.
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I still remember riding back home with you after our first spar.
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[Laughing a little. Oh, that hurts his ribs.]
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