Although his feelings towards the automail had been (and remain) complicated... Wrath's faint smile returns as he looks down at the intricate joints on each finger.
"Everyone likes Miss Winry."
Including him.
Out of every single human he'd met, she was the only one who had remained consistently patient and kind... even when the other humans refused to be, and even after Wrath himself had given everyone ample reason to refuse.
It had been unfair of him, perhaps, to keep leaving without warning, usually only to return when he could no longer put off needing repairs done. But, as Winry HERSELF had wryly remarked at least once, maybe this particular set of limbs was just cursed like that.
Speaking of which.
It could be a trick of the light, but there might be the tiniest degree of smugness in that near-nonexistent smile when Wrath adds, deadpan, "You should..." and picks up his spoon again.
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"Everyone likes Miss Winry."
Including him.
Out of every single human he'd met, she was the only one who had remained consistently patient and kind... even when the other humans refused to be, and even after Wrath himself had given everyone ample reason to refuse.
It had been unfair of him, perhaps, to keep leaving without warning, usually only to return when he could no longer put off needing repairs done.
But, as Winry HERSELF had wryly remarked at least once, maybe this particular set of limbs was just cursed like that.Speaking of which.
It could be a trick of the light, but there might be the tiniest degree of smugness in that near-nonexistent smile when Wrath adds, deadpan, "You should..." and picks up his spoon again.