They stood awkwardly. Myra had a blank look on her face as she was left not knowing what to say. Hohenheim's eyes were hidden behind his glasses making it difficult for Myra to read his emotions. But judging by how his lips were pressed in a thin line and his eyebrows weren't creased, she guessed his eyes mirrored her blank expression. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a black vest. He also wore matching slacks and an orange bandana tied over his head.

Rosé stared back and forth between the two awkwardly. Sensing the tension in the air, Rosé quietly excused herself to allow them to talk.

"Myra, it's been a while." Hohenheim said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah... it has." Myra responded, not knowing how to form her thoughts into words.

The tension that hung in there was suffocating and despite already being outside, Myra thought she needed some air.

"I saw Pinako recently. She told me what happened in the years I've been gone." He tried to get the conversation going.

"Where... Where have you been all this time?! Why did you leave? Why are you here now?!" Myra suddenly asked several questions at once. Her emotions were suddenly in a haze and all she could do was ask the questions that have been plaguing her mind for years.

"We should find a better place to talk." Hohenheim said in a quieter voice, glancing at all the people around them.

Myra hesitated before nodding, following Hohenheim to an area away from the workers and other townspeople.

When they were alone, Myra spoke immediately. "Why did you leave Ed, Al, Mom and I?" Her expression made her look composed, but her voice was demanding as she was impatient to get a proper answer.

Hohenheim stared at his now 18-year old daughter in nostalgia. He hasn't seen her since she was 8-years old and not even half his height. Now she was up to his shoulders.

He sighed, "I'll tell you everything I know."

And that's what he did. He told her the truth about himself and his involvement with the homunculi father, or as Hohenheim knew him, the dwarf in the flask.

Myra listened to every word intently. They were now sitting on large bags of cement across from each other. She didn't realize when her gaze shifted to her feet.

"Are you ok?" Hohenheim asked causing Myra's head to snap up.

Her father was previously a slave and now a living Philosopher's Stone. "Yeah, I'm fine... it's just a lot to process."

"You don't have to believe what I say." Hohenheim said, not really expecting Myra to believe him.

"Call me crazy, but I do believe you." She said while looking at him.

"Really?" He asked in disbelief.

"I can't really explain it, but I believe you." Myra's mind slowly trailed off to her own misfortunes with the homunculi.

"Now, if you don't mind, would you tell me your story?"

"Huh?" Myra was taken aback by his request.

"Pinako told me that you went missing and was presumed dead for quite some time. Mind telling me the whole story? Also, I want to know why you need hearing aids now."

How did he know she had hearing aids? She was sure her hair covered her ears the entire time.

Myra lightly touched her ear. She was hesitant at first, but slowly nodded. Her hands fell gently into her lap. Taking a breath, she told him exactly what she told Ed and Al. About the homunculi, human transmutation, the Cloaked Alchemists and everything in between.

When she finished telling her story, Myra looked up to see her father's hands clenched.

He didn't say anything and his gaze didn't meet hers. She was about to speak up when Hohenheim suddenly stood up.

The next thing Myra knew, she was being engulfed in a hug.

Her body went stiff, but Hohenheim's voice was sincere when he spoke, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that, Myra. If I didn't leave back then, things might have been different. I'm sorry. But even so, I'm glad you found your way back to Ed and Al."

She felt awkward in her current position. She hasn't felt her father's love or embrace in so long that it's almost foreign to her right now. Hughes acted as a surrogate father to her for some time, but even that couldn't compare to a biological father.

"You knew who I was when I was brought into Liore." Myra said.

"Even if it's been 10 years, I can't forget my own daughter." He said as he hugged tighter.

Any hostility Myra was feeling seemed to slowly vanish as she slowly returned her father's embrace.

"When Pinako told me what happened, I knew you were still alive. You're strong. So I believed that you were still alive." He spoke with sincerity in his voice.

"Thanks... Dad." Myra said softly.

Hohenheim felt happy. His daughter seemed to forgive him, putting him slightly at ease. But would his sons be as forgiving? They were younger than Myra was when he left, after all. They probably remembered less about him than she did.

They pulled apart and Myra spoke in a more serious tone, "We should do something to get ahead of Father before the circle gets completed."

"For all we know, the circle might already be completed." Hohenheim began, mirroring her tone.

"What? Then why—?"

"Because, my doppelganger in Central is waiting for the Promised Day."

"The Promised Day? And when is that?"

Hohenheim's eyes grew serious as he said, "Sometime in Spring."

"I need to relay this message to all military command headquarters. Then I'll—" Myra winced in pain when she tried to stand up, placing a hand on her bandages.

Hohenheim helped her stand up properly. "You should at least stay in Liore and take it easy until your wounds heal."

Myra opened her mouth to protest, but Hohenheim spoke again, "I don't want to argue about it. What's going to happen if you manage to hurt yourself further? Your going to be needed to help prepare for that day. For now, just make sure the military headquarters receive the message." He told her.

Myra nodded, but as she began to leave to do just that, Hohenheim called out to her. "Myra,"

"Yeah?" She turned around to face him.

"You left something out of your story." Myra couldn't depict the emotions in his eyes.

"I did?" She asked.

"You never completely escaped from the homunculi's clutches, did you?"

Myra looked down solemnly. There was no point in lying. "No, I didn't."

"...How long do you have to live?" He dreaded the answer.

"I'll be around for the Promised Day. I'm not sure how much longer I have after that." She answered truthfully.

"I'm guessing your brothers don't know."

Myra looked away, feeling the guilt building inside her. "...No, not yet."