[He doesn't have much to say as Greed leads the way back to his room, past the doors both open and closed leading to others' personal sanctums. He tries not to peer in curiously to those they pass, but a few glances are stolen despite himself. Feathers and extra eyes, and a sense of tension that is impossible to miss. It puts a grim line to Ed's mouth, concerned and worried both for himself and the other poor souls dragged into this world. Greed's commentary on the changes (or rather, the lack thereof) brings a huff of laughter out of Edward--he couldn't imagine the sin being comfortable anywhere other than a place like this. Despite the shady nature of the Nest, even an outsider like him could feel the sense of community here, a safe place carved out of the rough edges of society.]
[Another concerned frown is cast at that flaking wound, but there's no vocal comment. Instead he simply nods and steps inside on Greed's invitation before taking a glance around the room. The claw marks above the bed bring a brief, pink tinge to Edward's cheeks before he averts his eyes, bringing his focus back onto Greed. His eyes spark with a hint of interest when he spies the scotch, but there's more important things to address first. The question, and especially the phrasing just confirm what he's started to suspect. There's a disconnect between their histories, though one much more subtle than has happened before.]
What I remember? [Ed leans against the wall, sighing as he does. How much detail would he need to give? Where did the change in history lie between them? For now he starts with what was most recent; as they exchanged more, the full story could be told.] Well, last I saw you was when you'd gone back to Dante's mansion, and I found you there and her old body nearly cut in half. I assumed what seemed obvious, got pissed, and we fought. I didn't know she had started to seal you before I'd showed up, and you explained how to do it after I landed the killing blow. [His guilt and grief resurface for a moment before he shoves it back again, too stubborn and scared to really address it.] ...I hadn't expected you to fucking die like that.
[A deep breath before Edward cocks his head slightly, raising an eyebrow to Greed.] But I'm guessing that's not what happened for you, right? Something's different here.
[A familiar problem, one he's been living with quite intimately for the past two years. Even before he'd found Alfons studying with Oberth, he would too often catch sight of a familiar face that didn't really belong to his memories. People he'd met in passing, those he'd lost...seeing Hughes again had nearly stopped his heart where he stood. But then it had only been faces that had remained the same--they hadn't remembered him, or known anything of Amestris or his long string of adventures.]
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[Another concerned frown is cast at that flaking wound, but there's no vocal comment. Instead he simply nods and steps inside on Greed's invitation before taking a glance around the room. The claw marks above the bed bring a brief, pink tinge to Edward's cheeks before he averts his eyes, bringing his focus back onto Greed. His eyes spark with a hint of interest when he spies the scotch, but there's more important things to address first. The question, and especially the phrasing just confirm what he's started to suspect. There's a disconnect between their histories, though one much more subtle than has happened before.]
What I remember? [Ed leans against the wall, sighing as he does. How much detail would he need to give? Where did the change in history lie between them? For now he starts with what was most recent; as they exchanged more, the full story could be told.] Well, last I saw you was when you'd gone back to Dante's mansion, and I found you there and her old body nearly cut in half. I assumed what seemed obvious, got pissed, and we fought. I didn't know she had started to seal you before I'd showed up, and you explained how to do it after I landed the killing blow. [His guilt and grief resurface for a moment before he shoves it back again, too stubborn and scared to really address it.] ...I hadn't expected you to fucking die like that.
[A deep breath before Edward cocks his head slightly, raising an eyebrow to Greed.] But I'm guessing that's not what happened for you, right? Something's different here.
[A familiar problem, one he's been living with quite intimately for the past two years. Even before he'd found Alfons studying with Oberth, he would too often catch sight of a familiar face that didn't really belong to his memories. People he'd met in passing, those he'd lost...seeing Hughes again had nearly stopped his heart where he stood. But then it had only been faces that had remained the same--they hadn't remembered him, or known anything of Amestris or his long string of adventures.]