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laography2010-10-29 09:03 pm
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Distance never seperates two hearts that really care
There had been times when Winry had gone above ground to do some foraging with others--always with others, she had been watched over like a hawk her entire time in this place. Not that she could blame them. Many of those times there had been run in with Kishin Eggs, so she had thought that she would be at least a little more prepared for this upcoming battle to retrieve the Time Record.
Boy had she been wrong.
Even now, with the Time Record in their possessions, and the center of the factory quiet she could feel her heart pounding, the fear pulsating through her, and the sensation of loss that made her emotional state erratic and indiscernible. It was all made worse by the knowledge that this was only a calm in a storm that could very well continue. They maybe have made their way into the factory by catching the Witches off guard, but that didn't mean they had fully captured it. Any moment now reinenforcements could come in so there really wasn't much time to spare.
She was sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall. The others were still saying their goodbyes, most people had already come to her to give her letter and messages to pass on, say their own goodbyes. She managed to keep a strong enough face, a difficult thing to do, but something she had gotten a lot of practice in doing the past couple months.
Boy had she been wrong.
Even now, with the Time Record in their possessions, and the center of the factory quiet she could feel her heart pounding, the fear pulsating through her, and the sensation of loss that made her emotional state erratic and indiscernible. It was all made worse by the knowledge that this was only a calm in a storm that could very well continue. They maybe have made their way into the factory by catching the Witches off guard, but that didn't mean they had fully captured it. Any moment now reinenforcements could come in so there really wasn't much time to spare.
She was sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall. The others were still saying their goodbyes, most people had already come to her to give her letter and messages to pass on, say their own goodbyes. She managed to keep a strong enough face, a difficult thing to do, but something she had gotten a lot of practice in doing the past couple months.

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Dimly she was aware of her name being called, but she really didn't want to go. Not just yet, it seemed too soon.
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He'd never get this chance again.
It was with this thought that he let his lips ghost across her hair - tangible but so briefly - and said, quietly, "You gave me the ability to stand and keep walking. Every day, I'm grateful to you for that - I always have been. It was just hard to say."
And damn if that didn't sound like something Al would say.
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She should have listened to Hughes more. Maybe if she had taken his words to heart, a lot of this uncertainty she felt towards them, which had caused both her and Ed and Al so much trouble could have been avoided.
"I won't forget that. Promise. And you don't forget what I told you."
It took a great amount of effort for her to finally pull her self away and stand up, but even then she held on a bit longer to his hand.
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"I promise."
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