All We Can Do Is Live

They should go back inside and get some rest, but Ed couldn't move. Instead he stared at the stars above, trying to not think. But his mind refused to cooperate, forcing him to think of the heavy guilt that he deserved. He wished that he could somehow say something to release the guilt, but at the same time he felt that it wasn't heavy enough, that he deserved more. Glancing at his brother by his side, he wondered what he was thinking. Ed stared at his right hand, or rather, what was now his right hand. The same thing for his left leg. Shifting it slightly, he heard the metal scrape against the rocks beneath. If he tried, he could see his body as it once was. Turning back to the stars, he wondered if Alphonse remembered what his own fingers and toes looked like, or if he remembered his smile. Ed decided not to ask him such a question, but instead further his dedication on righting his wrongs and getting his brother back to the way he was. Standing, he motioned to him, "C'mon, if we're all tired tomorrow Winry'll beat us for staying up so late."

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Author's Notes: After watching only one episode of FMA, and it was in the middle of the season, and listening to Vic Mignogna's "Brothers" and "Nothing I Won't Give" on repeat for about three hours, I came up with the above. It goes without saying that with that little knowledge, I don't know the series well (if at all) so constructive criticism is welcome.