So Alphonse hadn't told the entire story, then. Somewhere deep down, Wrath can feel a dull sting of hurt that Al had kept the ugliest part to himself. Too ashamed, maybe, to admit to his own role in what unfolded.
But then again, he hadn't exactly signed up for what wound up happening. And Wrath hadn't exactly given him a chance to say 'no', either.
The quiet stretches on for a little longer than would really be normal in a regular conversation... but eventually, the blanket rustles as he draws his automail knee up to his chest.
"... He was trying to find a way through the Gate. To get back to his brother," he begins, his tone dull. He's not looking at Envy or Scar as he speaks-- just kind of somewhere in the middle-distance. The flat effect is not wholly unlike when he'd been dissociating on the couch last night... but this time, he's at least talking. "He wouldn't think about anything else, no matter what anybody said. ... So... I took him down there. Where M... Master kept opening it."
REPEATEDLY.
"... He was trying to get his circle to work when Gluttony came. ... I'd known he was down there somewhere, but I never saw him till then. ... He'd changed. Bigger... bigger than anything I ever saw. White and red... he bled stones through his skin. One head was the same, but there were... others..."
Although he'd started fairly smoothly, the words get... a little choppy as he describes what Gluttony had become.
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So Alphonse hadn't told the entire story, then. Somewhere deep down, Wrath can feel a dull sting of hurt that Al had kept the ugliest part to himself. Too ashamed, maybe, to admit to his own role in what unfolded.
But then again, he hadn't exactly signed up for what wound up happening. And Wrath hadn't exactly given him a chance to say 'no', either.
The quiet stretches on for a little longer than would really be normal in a regular conversation... but eventually, the blanket rustles as he draws his automail knee up to his chest.
"... He was trying to find a way through the Gate. To get back to his brother," he begins, his tone dull. He's not looking at Envy or Scar as he speaks-- just kind of somewhere in the middle-distance. The flat effect is not wholly unlike when he'd been dissociating on the couch last night... but this time, he's at least talking. "He wouldn't think about anything else, no matter what anybody said. ... So... I took him down there. Where M... Master kept opening it."
REPEATEDLY.
"... He was trying to get his circle to work when Gluttony came. ... I'd known he was down there somewhere, but I never saw him till then. ... He'd changed. Bigger... bigger than anything I ever saw. White and red... he bled stones through his skin. One head was the same, but there were... others..."
Although he'd started fairly smoothly, the words get... a little choppy as he describes what Gluttony had become.
"Alphonse didn't recognize him. Didn't remember..."