When the embrace reaches its natural end, Wrath straightens back up and swipes a hand across his own face, sniffling slightly. It's the first time he's laughed in... he literally can't remember. It got the waterworks going again a little, but the catharsis was... vital.

"Mhm... it was from Miss Winry."

Lifting the metal hand up in front of him, he clenches his fingers a few times. It's still in good shape from when she tuned it up... even though, between him and Gluttony, it had been wrecked beyond all possible reconstruction.

He doesn't know how that's possible, but... clearly there's a lot he doesn't understand, and the only real difference is that now he's aware enough to notice.

"She put it on when they took me to Resembool..."