Edward's take on strangers, poem style.


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Strangers. What are strangers? Why all this 'stranger-danger' fuss?

Their species is quite varied, but most are no less human than us.

Relentlessly Alphonse speaks of their goodwill and friendliness,

Although he only sees in people their very best.

No way would you know he's met Shou Tucker or a Homunculus!

Good thing I'm his voice of reason and ever-faithful pessimist.

Even Mustang can agree with that,

Right, Colonel Idiot?

Danger. That's what strangers are. That's all the 'stranger-danger' fuss.

Are you really going to refute this fact? You really gonna try?

No stranger is safe, not when it could be Pride or Envy in disguise.

Getting to the point: A stranger is a danger, and could tear your life apart.

Everyone you don't know is a stranger, and for us, that's quite a lot. The moral of this rant?

Remain on the trail and don't touch the wildlife, 'cause it very well could bite!

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That was fun to write. I might do one from Alphonse's point of view later XD.

Fun Fact #945976478: Fun fact numbers are random and arbitrary.

Have a great day!