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[ Dark eyes and black braids. The face of a young girl, perhaps familiar to some, perhaps not to the rest, but it isn't whether she is familiar or not that is the question. It is why in those eyes that usually glitter with youth and determination, there is the glaze of daze and confusion, a paleness to her skin that is not usually there. The moment is quiet, slow in passing, the only movement from the panda on her shoulder, shaking its head, possibly to rid her own mind of the cobwebs that have overtaken it.
Mei reaches one small fist up to rub at her eye. ] How...? [ Her frown is evident in the sound of her voice. ] How did I get back here? [ She looks around to be sure, before back at the Forge clutched in her hand. ]
I was in Xing. After the homunculus and Alphonse... [ The determination in those eyes returns, but she still looks a little tired, a little unsteady. She had been in a rough fight, she remembers. It almost feels as if she was, limbs still heavy, head still throbbing, but something is wrong with this picture. ]
This is Anatole, yes? [ She remembers this style of room, this device. She remembers and she doesn't seem so confused anymore, but she is looking for answers. She speaks with some authority, but the with some humility. She, like anyone else, only wants answers. ] ... is it a dream?
[ She pauses for a moment. ]
Scar-san? Riza-san? Are you still in this place? [ She's acting like a big girl, but she's a little confused, a little scared. She remembers being here, remembers certain people, but it feels as if something is missing. As long as that 'something' isn't the few people she really wants to see... ] I need to talk with you.
[ And, on her shoulder, Xiao-Mei mirrors her proud and determined expression. They're both being big girls about this. ]
Mei reaches one small fist up to rub at her eye. ] How...? [ Her frown is evident in the sound of her voice. ] How did I get back here? [ She looks around to be sure, before back at the Forge clutched in her hand. ]
I was in Xing. After the homunculus and Alphonse... [ The determination in those eyes returns, but she still looks a little tired, a little unsteady. She had been in a rough fight, she remembers. It almost feels as if she was, limbs still heavy, head still throbbing, but something is wrong with this picture. ]
This is Anatole, yes? [ She remembers this style of room, this device. She remembers and she doesn't seem so confused anymore, but she is looking for answers. She speaks with some authority, but the with some humility. She, like anyone else, only wants answers. ] ... is it a dream?
[ She pauses for a moment. ]
Scar-san? Riza-san? Are you still in this place? [ She's acting like a big girl, but she's a little confused, a little scared. She remembers being here, remembers certain people, but it feels as if something is missing. As long as that 'something' isn't the few people she really wants to see... ] I need to talk with you.
[ And, on her shoulder, Xiao-Mei mirrors her proud and determined expression. They're both being big girls about this. ]