According to Hughes, Major Mustang was close to promotion and as his subordinate, it was her prerogative to try and help him to reach the next rung of the ladder.
"But we're going to be late on her birthday," Ed fretted, and Al had to suppress a long-suffering sigh.
It was such a beautiful way to die.
The dizzy whiteness rushed over him again; bright, hurting, noisy, afraid, hard, can't remember, Niisan...
"You could have roped in the typing pool instead, they moon over the Colonel all the time."
Ed imagined Al's expression would look something like Fletcher's did right now.
It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.
...The world is saved. You two can just gnaw on each other for the rest of your lives.
He remembered finding himself asking why the Fullmetal Alchemist would be the one to patch his own clothes.
Nurses in white smocks bustle about a tiny nurses's station, and he is intercepted by one of the younger ones, a new girl he doesn't recognize.
Every line in his chest and back was defined; he hardly seemed to have any body fat at all.
Brother wasn't the only one hiding his fears; I was so afraid everything I knew was a lie -- that our brotherhood was a lie.
Hope was a stone around the lonely young brother's neck, one that broke his back and ironed out his heart, smoothing the wrinkles of time and pain.
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That she might have to tweak a recipe to get it to come out tasty was something she found irritating at a base level.
Ed opened his mouth, and then closed it. "Visibility is that important to you, huh?" he said.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you, Brother," Al said loyally, and Ed scowled.
Ed swallowed hard at that--Al could hear the gulp, could see his Adam’s apple bob, and copied the swallow reflexively to see what it would feel like.
...Edward saw red - but he took a couple of deep breaths before answering. He knew a real kicker now, thanks to Hawkeye.
They stand and take notes, eyeing him suspiciously, but he doesn't turn to meet their eyes...
I didn't know on the phone. I didn't know on the train.
Any girl would be driven insane if she was the youngest child and the only girl in a family of six children.
Neither brother seems willing to speak, but their thoughts dip down into similar wells, dredging up the questions that most haunt them.
"Well, I guess she can't keep him away from every bitch in heat around this place."
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
Ed's arms swept out, taking in the street and the buildings, the grass and the trees and the sky -- "the world and our own minds to understand it! That's all!" Isn't that enough?
But he still flinched away from that metal skin, and held his own burning automail arm a little further from his body in hopes that he would not bump against it.
On Ed's thirtieth birthday, he attends a memorial that some of the military officers are holding for Ed.
"I remember the flavor too; it was strawberry. It's still his favorite."
For the first time, he suddenly understood that there was worse than death.
Okay, his hair wasn't brushed, and it had been a while since he'd gotten a bath, but he didn't think it was anything to blush at.
Some of the details he needed, of course, they wouldn't have; no non-alchemist would know. And most of the details they had, he didn't want.
Edward snaps awake at precisely three thirty-one in the morning, safe in a bed next to his one and only brother, and for the life of him he cannot imagine why.
Like other little girls, she wanted to be an actress, the heroine in her own perfect fairytale.
"We offer you not a world in which your brother died, but one in which he never lived."
Could I burn like that - would the lick of flames on my skin wipe me clean?
Trisha looked up in surprise to see her guest in the open doorway, barely casting a shadow in the sunlight that streamed in around her.
The man looked like Shou Tucker -- the human man, not the chimera he'd become.
Ed woke up slowly, and wished he hadn't.
He grabbed the nearest inmate by the front of his shirt and hauled him up. "Where is he!?" he roared.
Today I saw the god of fire, Roy writes in his notebook, knowing he will never be believed.
And he learned to think ahead from his grandfather, over the chess board on the back porch of their home.
A man can do terrible things in the name of his uniform--his leader, his service, his country. Then he spends the rest of his life going crazy or chasing penance.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
I had asked him, thinking she would say yes, that everything would be okay, that no one would tell my brother no because I know I never could.
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If Al began to forget things, then Edward would remember anything and everything for the both of them.
Surrounded by foes, he passed through them unseen, unheard, unmarked — one more gray ghost among the damned.
He can hear their strained breathing but that's all, and he's never liked the General's silence and he likes Ed's even less.
“The General,” I answer. “He resigned his rank and got a transfer. They sent him up North. He’s alone there. I couldn’t talk him out of it.”