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[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 it wasn't real-

...But that's impossible, isn't it?

He had plenty of time to debate the theory in his mind, at least. Whatever his body was in that place, it didn't need sleep. And as the hours passed into dull, empty silence, as his shouts and rants echoed back to his own ears, pointlessly, his only gain was a newfound clarity of what Al's nights must be like. If nothing else, this experience has given him an even greater incentive for getting Al's body back.

Nothing lasts forever, though, and eventually - he's not sure when or how long it's been - the simulated Gate of Truth collapses and dissolves around him, leaving only darkness.

And then come the dreams.

They're always different, always so vivid. An unfortunate consequence of an overly imaginative alchemist with ambition. This time it's Al - real Al, Al's body, frail and pitiful and starving, yet smiling at him-

"You'll come back, won't you? You won't leave me here again? It's been so long."

His soulless eyes are empty, yet somehow filled with an unbearable suffering at the same time. It's only been a few days for Ed, at most. How could Al endure years of that place, with only Truth and this same sense of loss to keep him company?

"Brother- why did you do this to me?"

Al, Al, Al, I didn't want-

"I can't go with you."

And Al's gone before Edward's hand can reach him, dissolving from view. Just like all the others.

"You're just running away."

He turns, expecting Hohenheim, but finds only the misshapen, slack-jawed remains of his human transmutation. Not his mother. It was never his mother.

"Why did you create me?"

There's a wrench in his chest as slimy, mangled fingers slide down his cheek.

"Why did you just watch me die?"

Gone, again. In the quiet, in the darkness, he can hear Truth laughing.

And soon after he wakes up, gasping, on the bed of an empty hospital room.]

...Didn't work...

[Once settled and no longer so disoriented (or so alone, for that matter) Edward manages to wriggle over to the bedside table and get his journal open and running. This would be so much easier if his automail was working...

But his automail had been destroyed. He knows that, he'd felt it happen. So Winry must be okay, if she was able to make him replacements. That also means that it's been at least - no, more than - three days since the failed transmutation. One thing at a time, though...]

I'm back. ...Is everyone okay? The transmutation, it didn't-

[....]

Winry? I can't move my automail.

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[Speak for yourself, bro. Edward eyes the sling, leaning back on the bed.]

Hey. You didn't mention that. [Why are you running errands for people when you're hurt? Idiot.]

Edited 2011-07-13 07:25 (UTC)

[Hiccup glances down at his arm.] Oh, um. That. Right. Yeah.

[He steps awkwardly over to a side table and starts pulling things out of the bag. A green shirt and blue jeans come out, as well as a box of food.

Hiccup doesn't exactly know what a hamburger was, but it smelled good. And it wasn't milk. Instead, he's brought a simple bottle of water. As he unpacks, he goes on.]

I...kind of got attacked by a New Feather.

[Looks acceptable to Edward; it beats what he has already, anyway.]

What happened? Are you okay?

[Besides the arm, he looks okay, but he knows better than anyone the urge to hide injuries.]

Uhh...well? She just...kind of broke my arm. [An awkward pause while he finds a seat.] I think she thought I was threatening her, and she was already hurt pretty badly, so...yeah. Iiiii don't really...yeah.

...I'm fine, though. Totally fine.

Did you get a name? [So he knows just who the random arm-breaking chick is. For future reference. ~~And so he knows to offer the right hand~~]

...I didn't get her name before I left. She was out cold pretty much right after she...[Well, he gives his elbow a shake.] She was about our age, though, and blonde.

...She also seemed scared. Really scared.

[...Why are the blonde girls always violent?]

Guess I'll have to keep an eye out. It's good that you're okay, though.

[He's had enough of people he knows getting hurt, man.]

[Hiccup's has more than his fair share of them.]

...Yeah. Thanks. I should probably see if Professor Raine can help it heal any faster. It makes flying a little tricky.

[The thought of healing without alchemy is still kind of weird to him, but whatever, whatever. If it works.]

Probably a good idea. With people like that around, it's no good to stay hurt for long.

[He hesitates, not entire sure of what to say. She had deliberately hurt him, after all, but...it was just like with the dragons, wasn't it? She was just scared.]

...That's the thing. I don't think she did it just to attack me. I think she was just...trying to defend herself.

That's not an excuse unless you attacked her, you know.

[You can't just go around breaking arms, even if you are new to a place. It's ridiculous.]

[He chuckles sadly. Ed probably wouldn't have gotten along with the dragons at home so much at first.]

...Yeah. I guess you're right. Just, after dragons it's hard for me to hold it against her. But I haven't even seen her since then, so I don't know what she's really like, either.

[Sigh. Alright, he can understand the dragon issue. He did get a cool pet out of it, after all. Even so... he gives Hiccup a serious look after hearing that- not angry, but still pretty intense.]

You don't have to hold grudges, but you should make sure you can deal with an attack in case it happens again. If a dragon bit you, wouldn't you want to recover from that and think about what to do differently before you met with it again?

[Getting hurt, failing, breaking his automail or his body- it's always how he's learned the fastest. Even when he's not looking for a fight or trying to hurt someone, why not fix yourself up before a fight finds you?]

[And this hits pretty close to home--with everything that has been happening to his friends lately, Hiccup has been feeling like he needed to figure out a better way to help them. Find a way to do something more. What Ed says is not too far from his own thoughts.]

You're right. I just...need to work on being prepared. About everything, pretty much.

...You're not much of a fighter, are you.

[Though fighting dragons is probably very different from fighting most people.]

Ahh...no. [Especially when compared with the rest of his tribe. But he leaved this out.] I tried making a hammer awhile ago that I could fight with, but...I don't know. I couldn't get the balance right.

[And it was all very discouraging to the world's shrimpiest kid.]

A hammer isn't a good weapon, anyway. [Going by his experience, at least. Maybe it's great against dragons or larger enemies, but everyday people? They could easily dodge it. Not to mention it's hard to use it against someone without doing serious damage, even killing someone.

...And he really doesn't like the idea of Hiccup killing someone.]

[He glowers a bit--tell that to his hammer-wielding, dragon slaying dad.] It...has its uses. But--yeah, I don't think it's the weapon for me. Professor Raine suggested I try a spear, but...I don't even know where to begin.

[DRAGONS ARE NOT PEOPLE, BRO. But Edward gives it a moment's thought, considering all the weaponry he's gone through over the years, and... hmm.]

What about a club? You can get one that suits your size, and they can take down enemies without hurting them too badly. They're lighter and easier to use than a spear, too.

[He nods a bit. Vikings favored clubs as well, but naturally, theirs had been far larger than Hiccup could have used. But one on a smaller scale...]

You know? That's not a bad idea. But the spear is appealing because I could use it while flying on Toothless.

[He says this like he has any idea how to actually fight with a spear. He does not.]

Spears are good too. I use them a lot. [Though they have a tendency to break faster than the rest of his weapons. Maybe they'd last longer if he stopped making them out of stone floors.] Do you have any training?

[Hiccup's mouth draws into a thin line.]

N-no, not really. Just...observation, mostly.

Something else to think about, then. Carrying around a weapon without being trained to use it is just asking for trouble.

[And hopefully he'd find a teacher more merciful than his...]

Yeah. Plus, you know, the whole finding-someone-to-teach-me thing might be tricky. I guess I could always use the battle dome, but...

[He glances at his arm. Yeah, he didn't have much desire to go back there anytime soon.]

Isn't there a fighting school here? You should look into that. The dome can get you experience, but it's harder to learn from that.

[Though... yeah, better heal up first.]

A good teacher could probably help you find a weapon for yourself, too.

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