A/N: Non-pairing drabble… just Ed being angsty. You know you like it. ;) Please review!
17. Pictures
I really wish we had taken more pictures.
Maybe the Lieutenant Colonel has a point. He takes so many pictures of his daughter, and now he'll never forget her. Not like he would anyway, but on the off chance he would ever have to have somebody transmute her soul to a piece of armor, at least he would have photographic proof that she was, in fact, once a flesh-and-blood human.
Al and I have nothing. He has nothing but my word and the word of a couple others to prove that Alphonse Elric was actually a living, breathing person.
What am I saying? I sound like Al died. I should really be ashamed of myself. It's not Al who's dead, it's me. I'm dead inside. I have a heart that is able to feel pain and guilt and sorrow. Since Al doesn't, he is almost lucky, though I know that is a terrible thing to think, because pain means you're human.
Al's human, but he cannot feel pain. In all honesty, what does that really make him? Even I don't know.
I wish we had taken more pictures. Both of the good times, and the bad. That way, I could prove to him that he did once feel pain… a long, long time ago. I could have shown him pictures of tears.
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