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[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

[he's randomly doodling arrays in chalk all over the HQ square, knowing full well that he cannot activate them. he's currently wearing his own clothes and whistling.]

I wish I knew why my bluebird never needed an array. And why I miss this disgusting alchemy so...

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[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Well you are talking to proof of that right now. Why are you still in the armour? Have you still not been restored...?

[its-a-hobby.livejournal.com]

You almost make it sound like something easy. I guess I can't get away with lying to you. I've spent the last six years looking for a way, but so far, nothing's worked.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Oh, all right.

It is always the Alphonses...

How about this body for yours? The Gate may consider it equivalent trade.

[its-a-hobby.livejournal.com]

What? No, of course not! Don't even say something like that!

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

...I just did. Why not? Is the price not enough? What else would you need?

[pats himself down, and looks at him curiously.]

[its-a-hobby.livejournal.com]

That's crazy! I don't care if you aren't my brother. If getting my body back means someone else getting hurt, I'd rather stay like this forever.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

That is a highly stupid way of thinking, Alphonse Elric.

Besides, I am already dead, it would not hurt one bit.

[its-a-hobby.livejournal.com]

Not wanting to sacrifice the lives of others is stupid? That isn't something I ever thought I'd hear any version of you say.

--You think you're dead?

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

If it works for you, well, why not? And I am different than them, sweetie.

I know I am dead. Or undead, as the case may be.

[its-a-hobby.livejournal.com]

Sweetie? I've noticed.

Where I'm from, dead people don't get up and walk around.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Oh, why? Would you rather I call you 'dear'? Dearheart? Pretty? I only know so many endearments...

Well, we come from different worlds, you know.

[its-a-hobby.livejournal.com]

What's wrong with 'Al'?

It's hard to believe they're that different. Are you feeling okay? Maybe you should rest for a while.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

...I...have never called that nickname in three years, Alphonse. Mmmn, Alphonse it is then.

Oh, but they are. And I feeling all right, precious. How charming, you are worried about me?

[its-a-hobby.livejournal.com]

I'd ask why not, but I have a feeling I wouldn't like the answer.

Of course I'm worried. You're acting even stranger than Ling.

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Oh, you would not like it; it is because you died, too.

Mmmmn, this is how I act, pretty. Perhaps you would feel more comfortable once Edward wakes up.

[its-a-hobby.livejournal.com]

Do you mind if I ask how?

Wakes up? So what is it you call yourself when you're... like that?

[corrupted-steel.livejournal.com]

Envy scratched out your blood seal. Unforgettable, yes, that was...

I am Pride, Alphonse Elric.