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Dec 09, 2006 17:36

Edward hadn't done more that doze breifly in the past 72 hours. He'd stayed up most of tuesday night keeping watch, and though Wednesday seemed to drag on forever, he watched the sun set, the darkness set in, and the sun rise again, with very little pause or loss of time. Dairine had left after a couple of hours, and though clinic staff had tried ( Read more... )

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machinegeek December 10 2006, 00:46:46 UTC

"Edward."

Winry hung back in the door, her fingers clutching the doorframe so tightly her knuckles turned white. "What... what happened to him? What happened to you?"

equalexchange December 10 2006, 01:14:25 UTC

Edward shut his eyes and bit back a groan. He wasn't ready for this -- hell, he'd never be ready for this. Of everyone he'd ever known, facing Winry had always been the most difficult. He wished for an instant that he could hide the non-functioning automail, though Edward knew she most likely had already seen.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

machinegeek December 10 2006, 01:31:20 UTC

At the moment Winry wasn't upset so much about the automail as she was about the fact that both boys were mangled and bruised and generally looked like death warmed over. And Al was - she couldn't even bring herself to look at Al, lying there like he was.

"Why?" she blurted. "Why'd you have to go? Why couldn't you have just STAYED PUT and not gone running out where the stupid DINOSAURS are? Why couldn't you just stay here and not get yourself -" almost killed, but she couldn't say it.

equalexchange December 10 2006, 01:38:46 UTC

Edward cringed, and tightened his grip on Al's hand. It was a mistake, he wanted to say. So many things he wanted to say, but when he tried to speak, his voice died. He hung his head in shame.

It was his own fault. His idea to go running out there to look for something that might not even have existed; His idea to pull Al into it...

He couldn't fix Al this time. Couldn't clap his hands and repair damaged steel, or write a circle in blood to pull him back from the depths of... wherever souls or minds went when their bodies fell.

Edward hiccuped on an inhale of breath, and finally managed two, strangeled words.

"'m sorry."

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