“ One of the benefits of being in that thing. That,
and being taller than you for a couple years. ”
WITH A laugh, Al darted away for a second, anticipating Ed’s reaction and moving more toward the pen and pad he wrote on earlier to write another list. Though the smile on his face, the painful memories of those time were still just as fresh as the good. He shrugged it off for the moment, as he had to focus on what he wrote before.
“ I’m going to write another one but I’m definitely
coming with you either way. Even if I don’t carry
as much as you, an extra pair of hands and
someone to hold onto the list is always a good
reason. ”
A grimace creases Edward’s brow, tongue poking out from behind teeth as his brother bounds away. They always mean well, but he’s still rather sore about being so small throughout his adolescence. Whatever; he attributes it to a number of factors, namely the weight of the automail on his frame.
❝You just got lucky, bein’ taller than me,❞ he shoots back. ❝Man, I swear, if you HADN’T been made of metal, you would’ve blown away like a damn kite.❞
That’s a rather amusing image, though he much prefers Alphonse in the flesh. While it’s true that the younger Elric had been a great help inside that suit of armor, Edward wouldn’t take them back to that hell, no matter the supposed benefits. From the beginning, Alphonse had deserved to experience life in his own body, with his own hands, and Edward still feels the occasional twinge of guilt in his stomach from time to time.
More than that, he remembers his brother crying.
❝Yeah, yeah, you’re the adult here, I know.❞
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