@ Winry
Winry shifted the bags from one hand to the other and tapped her chin thoughtfully. There was a time that the blonde had gone to school, though she could not recall it’s name, what she did there, or who she met. And she knew for a fact that she had met many people. And that she had made many new friends. But she just couldn’t exactly remember their faces, much less their names.
“A strange school…” Her blonde eyebrows were furrowed in concentration before she finally nodded slowly. “Now that you mention it… yeah. I think I did. Everything’s foggy though, and I don’t know why.”
Winry hadn’t given it much thought beforehand, and now it worried her. Her giving up everything she had in Rush Valley, in Resembool, risking never seeing her friends and family again, that was something big. The fact that she couldn’t remember everything, made it seem as if it had been a frivolous choice.
[The more she thought about it, the more she realized this was no co-incidence. She knew these people. That strange man from earlier, and this girl... They were somehow connected... There was something weird about that school, and whatever it was, it was affecting their ability to remember anyone else who attended...]
I know the feeling...
I can't remember much about it either, aside from the fact that I attended and made friends... As much as I try to remember, the foggier everything seems...
