Al. Al. [The hands explore Alphonse's face very carefully, until finally they find his eyes, stopping at the corners. Looking at the ceiling, it's as if the room itself has grown arms and hands to reach around.
For an instant, Alphonse sees something that isn't there. He's in the dark, chasing fireflies that flicker and glow. Whenever he catches one, he crushes it between his fingers. It bleeds like a human would.]
Ed. [The hands extend to Edward now, to grip his face and leave Alphonse to think about what he saw.]
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For an instant, Alphonse sees something that isn't there. He's in the dark, chasing fireflies that flicker and glow. Whenever he catches one, he crushes it between his fingers. It bleeds like a human would.]
Ed. [The hands extend to Edward now, to grip his face and leave Alphonse to think about what he saw.]