The blind little girl, whose name turned out to be Ai, sat on the edge of the seat, swinging skinny sticks back and forth. She looked quite innocent in her current state, as Al watched her, but he knew she could be deadly. Ai did put his brother in a temporary state of shock after all. She did something to him in the streets; something that caused an unknown fear to sprout in him.
Ai was really blind, and could barely talk. It was that, or she rarely spoke for he only heard her say rain. Did she mean the tears on her face? How could she not know what tears were? He wondered if being blind was hard; did she realize that with eyesight her life could be easier, or was her life always like that? As the thought was about to escape from his mind, the door opened to show a Colonel Roy Mustang with a rather tired expression. Al quickly rose from his seat, giving off a salute. The Colonel eyed the child.
"Al, is that the girl that effected Ed in such a way?" he asked.
Alphonse summarized the whole story to him, waving his hands to show what he meant. As he did so, Ai looked up warily. It might've seemed strange for a blind person to do so when they couldn't see, but it was natural instinct supposedly.
Quickly, her hands started waving at the air as if to swat a fly. Her hands quickly directed to herself and the door. At least, she hoped it was a door. The familiar sound of one closing gave her a good enough hypothesis.
She quickly redid the action and slowly walked to the wooden wall where she began trying to find round metal. Ai's fingers felt around warm bells and turned it. A click and Ai fell forward.
Arms wrapped around Ai's stomach. She felt them and they weren't like skin. Under her skin was smooth and well-felt material; it was much like fine cheese. Soon, nothing was under raven girl's toes and she started kicking and punching. She wasn't stable, nothing could hold her and she would fall. All Ai could see was black, and the ground was a main support for her. Ai's mind shouted out with a big alert that this wasn't a good sign. The bumping in her chest hastened and all her instincts told her to get away.
The arms loosened on their grasp, and Ai ran forward until the same soft material touched her face. Itchy carpeting nuzzled her knees as she held onto the material. Hands traveled farther until it reached the same warm wall from before and the wonderful smell of Ed.
His memories swarmed into her head like dust bunnies. The emotions that were in the beating filtered out to be pain and horror. Rain was falling again, but she was the only one being rained on. They came as huge globs and soaked the material, leaving it damp. A word fell from her lips. She didn't know what it meant, though Ai knew it held meaning. All of her feelings fell into a single word; it held such a power that only it could hold the glory of pain.
"Sorry…"