Hundred Themes EdWin - 036
Until we meet again
Edward looked wistfully up at sky. He could remember her face back then, those few, precious moments when he'd gone back to Amestris. She seemed the same, yet different, and her eyes were like they were accepting whilst attempting to understand.
He felt like crying.
He missed her; he missed her so much, and he knew she probably felt the same.
His heart made the odd twitchy feeling that hurt hollowly, and for some reason, it hurt more than the automail.
He looked at his arm. She'd made him a new one in his absence, one after two long years where anything could have happened, and she was ready when the rocket found its way into Amestris. Her measurements were accurate, and he wondered how many times she'd had to remake it to keep up with her calculations.
He realized that despite his running away from the fact, his arm and leg was as much hers as it was his.
He'd told Rose that she had two perfectly good feet and that she should get up and use them, but the funny thing was that the only reason he could stand on his own feet was because she'd given him a new chance to.
Al looked at his brother. It was obvious who he was thinking of.
"Brother," Al told his older brother softly. "You can say it out loud, okay? 'Until we meet again'."
"Will we, Al?" Ed asked, looking listless. He looked lost, and Al just knew he had to really talk to Winry. "Do you really think we'll see the Winry we know again?"
"We will meet her," Al whispered. "We'll see her again. I know it."
Ed gave his brother a wry smile. "You know just what to say to keep me going, huh, Al?"
Alphonse returned the smile. "Someone has to. And besides, Winry and Granny and everyone's waiting for us. I'll bet -he- is, too."
Ed sighed. It had been unbelievably cruel to let Roy Mustang effectively destroy all chances of them coming back. He was certain Roy had done it, too, but he would likely not forgive himself for it.
For Roy, he thought, that deed was worse than killing defenseless people in the Ishbal Massacre. He hadn't known those people; now, he was breaking Winry once more, taking once again the people precious to her.
"Alright."
Ed's bright golden eyes look muted in this world, Al thought. It made him look older. "Yes, brother?"
Ed turned his gaze back outside. When he looked at the sky, sometimes he could pretend he was home. "Alright," he repeated, his eyes seeming to glow like burnished gold with a promise.
"Until we meet again, Winry. We promise. I promise."
Winry stared long-sufferingly at the sky. Once again, he was gone. Turning away, she felt the breeze whisper.
They'llcomesoonthey'llcomethroughrainandhellandfireandbrimstoneandstormsandchallengesandsufferingsnomatterwhatbecausethey'llreturnhomefinallyfinallyatlast.
Winry felt a ghost of a smile flit across her face. About time, she thought.
"Until we meet again, Ed, Al. I'll be waiting for you. Ed... you better be fine when you get back here. No more missing limbs, you hear me?"
It was all Winry could do to not-cry.
They'll be home. Someday. She knew it.
