-=We have our unsuspecting victim here sitting in a chair in his room. His automail leg is propped up on a footstool, probably bothering him with the thunderstorm. Ed's head is down, but he looks lost in thought as he slowly turns something in his fingers. Like a button or a coin. It's more a coin since he suddenly chucks it as hard as he could
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Wasn't anything you could do...
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He said he was sick... [looks back up, brow creased in confusion]
Did he tell you he was...dying?
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[shakes his head sadly. Just how much suffering did these boys have to go through?]
I hadn't realized he was that sick... I'm sorry.
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I didn't know him that well, but.. there was something.
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Numbly, Al settles down on the floor, his back against the footstool Ed's sitting on, hugging his knees.]
This is my fault.
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[He breaks off, tearing up.]
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Stop. -=shifts this time, upsurping Wessen and leaning over to touch Al's head.=-
Guilt isn't going to do you or anyone else any good.
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