Never forget october 3rd.
The child stood there and watched. Tears rolled down his cheek. His brothers were burning down the house. The house he had lived in for the past six years of his life. He didn't know why they where doing it, they just were.
He wanted to scream out "stop!" And "why?!" But he couldn't. Whatever Ed and Al were doing was going to finish it's job. He had only grabbed a few pictures Ed and Al allowed him to keep from his old room. He had received 30 minutes to save as many pictures as he wanted to before they had torched the place. He shook a little and grabbed onto Winry's hand.
Liam had never been so afraid of something his brothers where doing. Now it was just going away. As if his older brothers had lost any hope that they could ever live in that house again. Liam didn't know why, nor would he ever ask. It was just a fact of life now. He covered his eyes but he still heard himself and Winry sobbing.
He didn't speak. It was not his place. He knew the day after tomorrow his brothers where leaving for a little bit. Though he didn't understand why. Nor did he really understand why Al was in that big freaky suite of armor. There was no looking back anymore. Now he had to move on with his life too.
Hours later Ed and Al where tucking him into bed. They embraced him extra long tonight. As if they could tell that torching the house had really traumatized him. He just couldn't take it anymore. He cried into their arms.
He could tell something was wrong with their old house. maybe one day he would learn, but that day would not be today.