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[Well it had been a good two or so weeks since...'Ling' had come into her house. She was beginning to wonder if giving him that name had really been a good idea. In fact sometimes she wondered if it had been a good idea to create him to begin with, at least in his image, but there was little she could do about that now.

It was a rainy day, and she wasn't particularly feeling up to doing any tinkering today so she was divested of her usual lab coat and instead just in a white tank and shorts. The house seemed unusually quiet, something it hadn't been since Ling appeared, so she made her way over to his room and gave a knock]

Ling?

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[He's silent. He doesn't want to repeat it.]

...............[she closes him back up, and puts a hand to his shoulder to gently turn him around so she can face him]

[He peeks his eyes up at her. He looks distressed and his hand is clutched to his chest like it hurts. ]

[he doesn't correct what he said. Winry isn't sure what to make of that. She looks at him, confused, and similarly a bit distressed. This is getting too strange, much too strange. Perhaps if she...she didn't want to do anything like this. Show Ling what he looked like, or his name, or anything about his past but now it's seeming that if they want to get to the bottom of this, she won't have much choice.

She gets up, indicating he should stay, and leaves, going to her room. She gets her picture book and returns, handing it over to him]

[He blinks when she leaves, but he waits all the same. When she returns he carefully takes the book and opens it up.]

[His eyes widen a bit at the pictures he sees. The ones of him- not him, of- He looked just like him. For a moment, Ling reached up to touch his face in disbelief.

He opens his mouth to speak but he quickly closes it the moment the memories rush in. He goes deathly silent and still but his eyes are looking past the book almost trance-like.

[She's watching his face, half worried, half morbidly curious]

We were friends from when we were very young. We lived next door to each other...not in this neighborhood. A long while back. He died when he was only seventeen. It's been four years.

[and she still hasn't gotten over it]

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I...-34th street...resembool elementary...summer ...2014... too-- It's too much-!

[Ling drops the book and holds his head. His voice now switchs to a more computer-like tone]

Overheating- initializing emergency shutdown. 3...2..- [And he goes silent falling limp against the bed.]

Ling?! Ling! [frantic now, she shoves the aside and leans over him, shaking him]

Wake up, Ling! [till of course it hits her no no. He isn't human, that method won't work. With slightly trembling hands she shifts him so he lays more comfortably on the bed. Should she open him up and try to manually cool him down? No, no. Let it run its own course. Still, she's trembling a bit, wondering what to do.

She swallows and then pulls up a chair next to his bedside to wait.

She tries to keep her gaze down on her lap, but every so often it drifts back to Ling. Is it possible? That somehow, someway he really was the real Ling? Her mind drifts back to the note she got, and what he said just earlier.]

It was a gift to be ...given to someone special, because it was said to hold a part of your soul.

[she stares at his sleeping form before tearing her eyes away, and continuing to wait. Eventually, she too drifts off]

[Machines aren't supposed to dream, but its becoming more and more clear to 'Ling' that he's more than just a machine. Just what that means, he doesn't know. He sees all kinds of things, memories, that come far easier now than before.

With something of a comforting whisper he starts to understand what it is that's happening to him and he feels ...a bit better about it now, to be honest.

His greatest wish, his purpose, was to make Winry happy. Like this, perhaps he will]

[It's a few hours, but eventually his body starts to slowly reboot. A few moments in and he opens his eyes and slowly sits up.]

[Winry is still sleep too, body angled back and resting against the wall. When Ling sits up though, she stirs a bit herself and slowly starts to come to. She blinks a bit blearily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before looking at him with a slightly dazed expression, before she recalls what happened.

She immediately goes on full alert.]

Ling are you, are you okay?

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...

[Ling is looking down at himself and at his hands. He touches his face a bit and then looks straight at Winry.]

...Winry?

[that look on his face, the gesture, and his tone makes her tense a bit, but she's more collected now, thankfully]

Yes?

...You grew your hair out.

[That statement was so unexpected that she just starts a bit at first, looking at him wide-eyed]

[then she tentatively raises her hand to her hair, still a little confounded]

Well. I mean, yes I

[wait wait wait something isn't adding up here. She drops her hand and looks at Ling, biting her lip]

Um. [she. Can kind of guess why the remark would come from him, but she still doesn't want to let herself hope for the impossible. Could this really be Ling? Things seem to point to it but...]

It looks nice. I told you it would. [A small, careful smile.]

[and still she's quiet, though she's look at him with a decidedly different expression and after a moment reaches to touch him, as if she expects him to disappear on contact]

Ling?

...[Reaches up to gently set his hand over hers.]

It's me, I'm pretty sure.

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