Just a quick drabble I wrote while I was bored a while back. I thought it was neat, so I decided to stop being a lazy butt and post something.
Disclaimer: I wish.
Throughout every hardship and every battle, somehow Alphonse managed to hold on to that childish innocence that he had possessed since birth. His armour body, huge and threatening though it may seem, housed a gentle soul- literally.
Maybe it was foolish, holding on to his childhood. Maybe it would be easier to grow up, to accept that humankind was made up of wretched, terrible people.
But then again, maybe it was easier not to. If Alphonse could fool himself into believing in the deep-rooted goodness he felt all people possessed, maybe it would come true. Maybe those few people who had a pure enough soul to be called truly good would be drawn to him, and revitalize his hope in humanity whenever it sunk so low it could hardly be seen.
Somehow, throughout every trial and ordeal he went through, Al managed to hold onto whatever shreds of humanity there was left in the world, in hopes that he could restore it.
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