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Pride stared at the headstone.
It stared back.
Envy was still in town somewhere, giving Pride the chance to sneak off into the fields. He hadn't known why they were coming here, but it only took a few minutes of eavesdropping on Lust and Envy to figure out the reasons. They were sitting in the ground in front of him.
The graves were mostly inconspicuous. All three were gray marble, spaced about two feet apart—to allow the bodies room?—and etched with simple text. Nothing strange or abnormal about them.
But Pride was drawn to them. All three of them, lined up innocently in a literal field of tombstones that stopped a few hundred feet out—proof of how small this place was.
Trisha Elric.
Alphonse Elric.
Edward Elric.
Pride knelt on the warm ground and dug his fingers into the soil from the woman's tomb. Something was wrong, he wasn't making a connection. Why was she so important? He looked over to one of the boys' name. This one also seemed close. So what was stopping him from remembering? He gritted his teeth just slightly.
The last name sent a pang through him.
He crouched in front of the headstone and looked at the letters. Edward Elric. Perfectly normal name. Edward Elric. He wracked his mind. Who was he? Edward Elric. Why couldn't he remember? In one sinuous move Pride leapt up and kicked at the headstone, knocking it backwards. Two toenails cracked immediately and the skin was scraped off the ball of his foot. There was now a dark red mark over the letters rd El.
Pride stood there, breathing heavily for a minute before cutting off his breathing completely. The skin on his foot grew back over, the split in his nails came back together.
What did you expect?
Memories?
A revelation of some kind?
You are nobody. Nobody knows you.
You don't matter.
Stop hoping you do.
He bent and pulled the stone back up, wiping the red-water-blood off with his gloves. Footsteps sounded behind him and he turned to see Envy walking towards him. He was carrying something.
"Once upon a time," Envy whispered, slipping the faded red overcoat around Pride's shoulders. "There was a vertically-challenged little brat who hated being called a shrimp." He draped an arm across the shoulders of the boy with blank eyes. At least he still made a nice armrest.
Pride shrugged out of Envy's embrace and walked towards the cemetery entrance. Envy smirked.
"Lookin' good, Alphonse. "
Then he went to follow Pride.