Boys will be girls and girls will be boys.
The smart thing to do would be to cut and run, but somehow that just didn't seem manly. And Ed was not going to look like a girl in front of this creep.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
Al thought of Martel, of Nina. He didn't want to be a chimera.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
"I'm going to plant a few solid pounds of Risembool milled steel right in her catty, smirking face is what I'm going to do!"
It was as if there was an invisible box Edward carried with him, keeping a careful several inches between him and the rest of the world at all times.
Edward would speak to him, eventually. Any good dog would, and despite his obstinacy, the child could be trained.
It was not fair to the boy to get tripped up by what he looked like, especially not when he had avoided it for so many years already.
That was when the nightmare had begun, when the world had become stone walls, sterilized laboratories, and lights so bright as to make little red capillaries snake across both boys' eyes.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.