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[His voice is distracted when he responds, still kind of lost in thought.]

Hm?

Hohenheim- He's not a homunculus, is he?

[That makes Edward pause in his step, lifting his chin and, after a moment, glancing over at her. He then looks away again, stuffing his hands awkwardly into his pockets.]

...No. Homunculus can't have kids.

Then... what is he?

[He's... wary. but at this point, keeping secrets from her will just result in more questions. Between his comments to Ling and Ling's situation, she knows enough that filling in the gaps is all he can do. He can't just brush it off after that conversation.

Dammit, and he'd really wanted to protect her from at least this much.]

Did anybody ever tell you what the Philosopher's Stones were made of?

No...?

[Aaand that just makes it worse.]

Stones can only be created by sacrificing human lives. A single stone, about this size- [He lifts his hand to mimic holding something no bigger than a marble-] Requires at least a dozen people. The bigger the stone, the more lives it takes.

[Winry stops walking for a moment to stare at Ed. She's silent for a bit before:]

So that's why Ling was talking about soul- Wait, does your dad have one?

[Edward falls silent again, his eyes narrowing, clenched hands hidden in his pockets. He'd managed to keep the issue of the Philosopher's Stone and his father out of his mind for a while after he'd arrived, but with Hohenheim here now, it's... hard to forget. It's hard to forget a lot of things, living the way he is now. The state of his father's body is just one small piece of the puzzle that's impossible to keep off his mind these days.]

....He is one.

He's-

Then what about you and Al-?

I... didn't ask.

[Or maybe he's been too afraid to hear the answer.]

Well... why not?

I mean, it won't change you here, or here [she points to his head and his heart] so why not?

[He blinks at her, brows lifting a little in surprise and discomfort that he can't seem to keep hidden.]

It might not change that, but it could still change something. Wouldn't that... bother you?

[Because it sure as hell would bother him.]

You've been my friend since we were kids, Ed. It's not like I'll look at you like you've grown three heads if suddenly you're not entirely human.

I-I know that! [Which makes him feel kind of foolish, of course, so he looks away. In his pocket his fingers toy idly with the chain of his pocket watch.] It's just... weird to think about.

Would you be uncomfortable with yourself if you were? Not completely human, I mean?

[Another pause- because that's one question he's been evading for a long time now, ever since he found out exactly what Hohenheim is.]

...Maybe. I mean, it shouldn't make that much of a difference- homunculus are still human, physically, and I've only ever had one soul, so it's not like it's even noticeable... but... [He glances down at his hands for a moment, closing them into fists.] Aren't they monsters, too?

What makes them monsters is not what they are, but what they do. Ed, you're not a monster. In any sense.

....Yeah. [His voice is quiet, though, as if he's still mulling over the issue. After everything he's gone through, Pinako's assumption was right- his idea of what makes something "human" is so broad it makes it hard to define.

This could take some serious thought.]

Come on. Would a monster let me do this? [She reaches out and pinches his cheek.]

Mmph...! [His eyes widen at that, trying to wriggle free, protesting with a muffled voice.] Hheh, Hwinhee...!

[She lets go, and smiles at him.]

So, you're going to let me live right?

Edited 2012-02-12 01:58 (UTC)

[He gives his cheek a rub, scowling a little, though he's not exactly mad. She's doing a pretty good job of cheering him up.]

I don't know, most people wouldn't get away with doing that to a monster.

Can't make an exception for your childhood friend?

I guess I have no choice.

[And then he reaches out and pulls her hair.

Fair is fair.]

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