"How long?" Wrath muttered, leaning against the light pole, "How long are you going to do this? Keep looking for him?" He tried to feign disinterest as the conductor's voice echoed through the station, announcing the short time remaining, although he couldn't hide the nervous twitch that took him.
Alphonse turned and smiled confidently, his features set in brave determination.
"Always," He declared, a passion in his eyes that could only come from someone who honestly believed in true and untainted love, "I will always love Brother, and that's how long I'll keep searching for him."
"Always," Wrath had repeated later, hands in his pockets, as he dejectedly kicked a stone down the sunset shadowed streetways, "There's always someone more important..."