Conclusion
My arm continued to burn two days after Truth removed it. I had accepted that it was gone and, if it meant losing the small part of Alphonse I had saved, I didn't want it back. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch. Yesterday, I had found that if I distracted myself in thought, or had Al talk to me until the painkillers kicked in, I wouldn't feel the burning ache quite so bad. However, right now, Al was helping Granny with something and Winry was off doing whatever girls do, so I was alone.
I had accepted that my arm and leg were gone, but not what I had done the night before last. Slowly I let my thoughts explore certain parts of That Night, like a single image from the Gate, or the way the room looked before everything went wrong. I would analyze it and break it down until my mind became hazy and the nightmares came.
Because when I was alone Al, Winry and Granny can't see me cry, reliving every moment in slow motion.
XXX
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