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[truthget]

[The week had passed with a certain degree of... something surreal, fake, imaginary. Edward can remember the white room, the gate, but most of all, the emptiness of it all. No Truth, no second gate, no Al. He'd been completely alone. And even his own body had felt as fake as the seemingly endless room; it was detached, uncomfortable. As if- as if

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[idkmybffroy]

[ What's a hospital stay without Maes Hughes popping in to visit, really? It may as well be a staple of life. As such, expect him to be strolling in and taking a chair shortly.

The journal entry is a nice hint that the company will prove to be more interesting today, too. (Though, Ed. We've got to stop meeting like this.) ]

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[truthget]

Lt. Colonel! [Edward sits up, though it's a little awkward since he still can't move properly. Stupid automail. He is relieved to see another familiar face, and one in good health, though.]

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[idkmybffroy]

Yo, Ed! [ We can do cheer. It's the task of any man named Maes Hughes. ] How are you feeling?

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[truthget]

[Cheer might be hard to come by, all things considered, but the attempt is nice.]

Annoyed. We were supposed to wake up back in Amestris.

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[idkmybffroy]

[ Worth a shot. ]

The longer you live, the more you find that things don't go the way they're supposed to. [ Particularly in Luceti. Annnd a brief pause. ] You definitely had a better effort than anyone I've heard of so far, though.

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[truthget]

[Edward echoes that pause, glancing down at his hand- the working one, anyway.]

...I don't know... what I did. Something happened, though. I saw the gate, I was halfway there. But my body couldn't follow me.

[Was it the wings? The barrier? Was his alchemy just not strong enough? Maybe he didn't use enough souls to get through.

...He doesn't like the thought of using more, though. Dammit...]

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[idkmybffroy]

[ He listens and nods at the end of that- and wishes that there were at least one extra alchemist brought into the place, because he has only vague ideas of how these things are supposed to work and that's not helpful for putting his brain to proper work at all.

Then again, who knows how much more dangerous it could have gotten with another one adding into the plans. ]

Sounds like the barrier is in some kind of working order. But I wouldn't have figured it would let anything push through just halfway... [ It seemed more all-or-nothing than that. ]

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[truthget]

[Edward nods slowly, brushing his hand over the automail.]

I probably got off lucky, in that case. [If one can say that being trapped in Luceti is "lucky".] Rebounds are supposed to be a lot worse than just this. If it'd been the real gate...

[Yeah, he doesn't want to think about what could've happened if the stones hadn't been an acceptable payment.]

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[idkmybffroy]

Let's just be glad it wasn't. [ semi-smile. ] I'd think this stay in the clinic is more than enough already.

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[truthget]

Yeah, about that. I guess you wouldn't know how to connect automail, either.

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[idkmybffroy]

Haven't the slightest idea.

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[truthget]

[Damn. Well, he didn't expect him to know, anyway.]

...I'll figure something out, then. There's a guy at the smithy who can probably do it.

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[idkmybffroy]

Oh, you think Sokka is up to it?

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[truthget]

He helped Winry connect them when I first got here. If he can do my arm, I can do the leg myself if I have to.

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[idkmybffroy]

The benefits of teamwork at their finest. [ Remind him to buy tickets to that and troll it. Sokka's a pretty interesting guy, after all. ]

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[truthget]

[Hughes you punk.]

Is everyone else okay?