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You're gonna' have to finish it before the seventh if you wanna' get it in. I mean, I don't really care. I'm not exactly excited about having wings. 'S weird. But I know you wanna' do it, so take a page outta' my book and learn how to work a little harder. You don't wanna' disappoint my future-kid's mun, do you?

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I don't really care either, but she wouldn't shut up until I "tagged" you.

So I'm tagging you.

'Sup.

[ long stare. it doesn't matter how often this happens, it's still bizarre to see that he has a kid.

moreover, a kid that's probably older than he is right now. ]

Uh. Hi. .. Ed, right?

That's me. [Oh good, the weirdness is pretty much equal on both sides.] Geez, I knew you'd look like me, but I didn't think it would be so... eerie.

What, do I look different in the future?

You look old, mostly. It's harder to see the resemblance.

I guess that's a good sign, at least. I mean, I always figured I'd die young.

[Ha ha... ha... ha.

Wow, that is so not funny at all.]

Definitely not something you have to worry about. [Mom, on the other hand...]

.. Am I married? I mean, you and your brother aren't slaves, so I must have been married at some point.

Not officially. It wasn't registered or anything, and Mom didn't change her name. But we were definitely a family.

[Even if it was kind of disjointed and pathetic sometimes.]

Were?

...Should you really be asking these questions?

[Sheesh, it's nothing but bad news.]

It doesn't make a difference, does it? What's gonna' happen is gonna' happen.

I guess. [If you want to be defeatist about it.] You up and ditched us. Disappeared for about ten years.

[ well, he's still getting used to this notion of having choices, ed.. ]

Left? Why?

Saving the world, apparently. Though why that made it impossible to send us a letter every once in a while, I don't care to guess.

[YOU'RE KIND OF A JERK AS AN ADULT, HOHODADDY]

What the hell, why did I turn into an asshole?

How should I know? You were always pretty cold to everybody.

Nope, I don't get it. Doesn't make sense.

So now you're doubting your own kid?

Don't put words in my mouth. I just said it doesn't make any sense. 'Cause it doesn't. I mean, I want a family.

[He wants a family? That's so weird to hear.]

Well, how'd you figure you would be when you're an adult?

I figured if I lived an' my master set me free, I'd just settle down somewhere quiet an' be a dad. Freed slaves sometimes stay on as hired help for their old masters or go become farmers or something like that.

So... you don't know alchemy?

'Course not. That's for free people. My master's an alchemist.

[That... is so weird.]

Does the word, "homunculus" mean anything to you?

Sure. Master made him from my blood.

[ he wiggles bandaged fingers at ed. ]

He uses my blood for a lot of things, I guess.

[Wow, is he ever glad to have not grown up in Xerxes, now. Not that he could have, but that's besides the point.]

...Hm.

Well, you learn alchemy too, someday. Same with me and Al.

.. I guess I can thank Homunculus for that, then. He's planning to teach me to read.

You know him?

...We've met.

[This could get messy real fast if he's not careful.]

You don't sound happy about that. Was he a jerk to you?

There's a lot we don't agree on, yeah. He's dangerous- you should be careful about trusting him.

Dangerous? He's just a little guy in a flask.

Yeah, now he is. But I'd already told you how much people can change over time.

[ this sucks. his only friend and his kids don't get along. ]

.. I'll keep it in mind, then, I guess. I'm sorry.

What're you sorry for?

[Wow, this is what- the second time he's ever heard Hohenheim apologize?]

'Cause somehow, Homunculus upset you. An' you're my son, an' Homunculus wouldn't even exist if not for me, so. That's why.

...Idiot. It's not your fault. [All this apologizing is making him uncomfortable.] He tricks you- and your master, and the king of Xerxes. It's what he does.

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