"Yes and no. Al was..." he pauses, frowning. "I'm... not really sure how to describe his state of mind. Scared, probably. Distraught that we'd failed. I told him not to look at..."—he shudders quietly—"...it. He did anyway. Even through all of the... fear and worry he must've been feeling, he still wanted to understand what had gone wrong on some level. And through it all, he was more worried about me than he was about being stuck in a suit of armor."
"You were bleeding out on the floor of your dad's laboratory," Kat points out.
"Well, yeah," Ed admits. "Anyway... I was kinda out of it for most of the rest of the night, but Al did his best to tie of my... well, my stumps, and he got me over to our friend Winry's place. Winry's grandma is an AutoMail engineer, and she was teaching Winry the trade. Convenient thing was, AutoMail engineers always need to have some medical training, in order to be able to install their handiwork in the first place. So Auntie Pinako—that's what we called Winry's grandma—got me properly patched up.
"This is all more or less second-hand, you understand; I was fading in and out of consciousness for several hours. Al filled me in about that part later. But I was awake for when Colonel Mustang came to visit. From what he said, he'd been in town looking for our dad, and he'd seen all the energy the transmutation had given off and the fact that Al and I were even still alive apparently impressed him. He offered to try and get us into the military as State Alchemists."
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"You were bleeding out on the floor of your dad's laboratory," Kat points out.
"Well, yeah," Ed admits. "Anyway... I was kinda out of it for most of the rest of the night, but Al did his best to tie of my... well, my stumps, and he got me over to our friend Winry's place. Winry's grandma is an AutoMail engineer, and she was teaching Winry the trade. Convenient thing was, AutoMail engineers always need to have some medical training, in order to be able to install their handiwork in the first place. So Auntie Pinako—that's what we called Winry's grandma—got me properly patched up.
"This is all more or less second-hand, you understand; I was fading in and out of consciousness for several hours. Al filled me in about that part later. But I was awake for when Colonel Mustang came to visit. From what he said, he'd been in town looking for our dad, and he'd seen all the energy the transmutation had given off and the fact that Al and I were even still alive apparently impressed him. He offered to try and get us into the military as State Alchemists."