"I see you…" the girl announced, not looking at where Wrath was perched in the tree. She plunked herself down at the base and pulled her scabby knees up to her chin. "Are you lonely?" she asked. "I'm Trish. Wanna play?"
Wrath jumped down from the tree, looking wild and mean. A sane, rational person would have run.
A sane, rational person would have been dead before they got ten feet.
Trisha Elric, as many would later note, was not a sane and rational person. "You should take better care of your auto mail." She observed with the kind of frankness only the very old, the very young, or the insane could get away with. "My mommy's always yelling at my daddy because he keeps breaking his." She cocked her head to one side. "Wanna play?" she repeated.
Wrath considered for a long moment, then nodded.
"Cool."