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I myself don't know exactly what's going on here. Use your imaginations.

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A Brother's Mistake

"It's not fair..." he mumbled, holding his head in his hands. "I wouldn't have…"

The armor laid cold and hollow on the floor… no spirit residing inside. "…done it…"

It was a mistake, a horrible mistake. It wasn't true. He wouldn't accept it as such.

"…Al…"

Edward could feel the sweat on his palms… a new word. Palms. His auto mail arm and leg were gone. He was free… but Alphonse…

Tears dripped down his face, and his throat clenched with each sob. "Al…"

He placed his newly acquired right hand on the head of the cold armor, trying to find any sign of life. Not that he saw any before; save for the white light that glowed dimmly within the holes of the helmet that served as eyes. But that was gone… and Edward knew there was nothing left.

"Al…"

He had said they would be together in life… and they'd leave together in death… but Edward slowly began to realize that he had lied to his little brother unintentionally.

The blond lowered himself down onto the empty armor, pulling it into an embrace. He had always assumed… that he would never leave.

"That damn… alchemic seal…"

It was smeared. It had been touched. He should have tried to protect him... more.

"Al… phones.."

It happened to fast.

"Alphonse…"

He'd still be there if it hadn't been for his own foolishness.

"Al!"

Ed would never let go of that armor. He'd meet death before he'd let go of his brother.

"Wake up, Al!" He screamed, shaking the metal slightly. There was no response, and Edward knew there wouldn't be… but somehow he needed to call out to him… just in case he could hear.

"Please, if you can't come back, Al… could you just…"

Blood dripped from his mouth. There was a large gash in his stomach, but the pain had been numbed with the sadness brought by loss.

"…forgive me?"

Moral:

"Ask forgiveness whilst you can, you might not be able tomorrow…"