[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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[Cursing quietly under his breath, Edward doesn't respond with more than that at first, mulling it over. If Winry's not here - bastards, those bastards - then he needs a mechanic. There's no way in hell he's going to sit around in a hospital like a complete invalid while he waits around in the hopes that she'll come back. Not when he could be looking into ways of forcing them to bring her back.
Oh, wait, this is Sokka-]
Hey, can you come to the clinic?
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[If it's an automail problem, Sokka doesn't think he can fix it. Sure, he's looked at Winry's blueprints, but he couldn't fix much more than cosmetic damage.]
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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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Annoyed. We were supposed to wake up back in Amestris.
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...Okay, PLAY IT COOL. This is totally not awkward at all, yep.]
Are you lost?
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Yeah, you can. It's not like the door was locked or anything.
[Truth be told he was thinking about leaving, he just wanted to make sure his body was in top form.]
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