I never knew my sight was different as a suit of armor. I never realized how distorted things were to me. I never knew that as a suit of armor the world was bleached, and distorted. Things bulged and dipped where they weren't supposed to, and faces were distorted most of all. My mind corrected these mistakes, making me think they had always looked that way. It insisted there as nothing wrong with my sight, and that I could at least see normally.

I knew better later. At first I thought the transmutation had messed with my eye sight. Colors were bright, and vibrant. Things were different shapes, and their depth was altered. Everything seemed too real. It only added to the dizzy confusion of my mind. I didn't tell my brother until we have gotten on the train to Central. He stared at me as I explained the differences in my sight, and, with a choked look, laughed.

My vision was normal now, and not deformed as I had first thought. I latched into the idea with a startling intensity, and refused to let anything shake me from that conviction. I actually liked the way the world looked now, and I loved the way the shapes around me had changed. My brother's face seemed to match up to my memories better, and the sky looked less sinister than it had in years.

The only thing that I didn't like was my depth perception was off. I ran into things, and missed grabs for things almost constantly for a few days. It was frustrating to be so incompetent, and unable to help my brother as I had. Part of me yelled that maybe I had been better off as a suit of armor, and I should have never changed from that. I couldn't even see right anymore, and if my brother got into trouble then I couldn't help him.
My brother was the one that had to help me now. He had to guide me around things, and for the first few days he had to even feed me. I felt useless and weak, and like a burden. My brother laughed off my frustrations, and, with a playful punch, said this was payback for all the times I had taken care of him in the past. He said that it was equivalent exchange for all the things I had ever done to help him.

He said it was equivalent exchange, but he knew neither of us believed in equivalent exchange anymore.

A/N:Right, next-to-last chapter. Thank you the wonderful poeple reveiwed, and have been through-out the drabble!