Wrath says nothing-- which, as they all likely guessed the previous night, says a lot.
He had not been lying in his candid anonymous conversation with Envy some weeks earlier; he doesn't intend to die no matter how bad he feels. He'd missed his chance to go, and now he has others depending on him. He has to keep living, it's simply a requirement.
But it doesn't feel good.
He nods anyway, somewhat numbly, because even if he's not... ready to actually take it to heart, it's still something like a miracle that Scar and Envy are here in front of him, saying it at all. Two dead men (as far as he knows), and one dead boy.
... Speaking of death...
"He did?"
Wrath isn't really emoting much, at least not so soon after waking up, but it's clear he wasn't really expecting to hear that. Even if it makes sense... Alphonse had been from the future. Of course he'd have known. Wrath swallows hard, chest tightening. He'd been trying not to think about that. About how hard Al had tried to convince him that they'd been friends, best friends even... and how Wrath had spurned these efforts repeatedly, dismissing them as trickery.
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YOU PROMISE, SCAR? THAT SOUNDS FAKE BUT OK.Wrath says nothing-- which, as they all likely guessed the previous night, says a lot.
He had not been lying in his candid anonymous conversation with Envy some weeks earlier; he doesn't intend to die no matter how bad he feels. He'd missed his chance to go, and now he has others depending on him. He has to keep living, it's simply a requirement.
But it doesn't feel good.
He nods anyway, somewhat numbly, because even if he's not... ready to actually take it to heart, it's still something like a miracle that Scar and Envy are here in front of him, saying it at all. Two dead men (as far as he knows), and one dead boy.
... Speaking of death...
"He did?"
Wrath isn't really emoting much, at least not so soon after waking up, but it's clear he wasn't really expecting to hear that. Even if it makes sense... Alphonse had been from the future. Of course he'd have known. Wrath swallows hard, chest tightening. He'd been trying not to think about that. About how hard Al had tried to convince him that they'd been friends, best friends even... and how Wrath had spurned these efforts repeatedly, dismissing them as trickery.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
"... What else did he tell you?"