For a second or two Al is lost for words and it has nothing to do with the bizarre situation. It's the enormity of having to explain to Ed why he was hurt. What can he say? He can't possibly tell his brother all about the homunculus, about their quest to recover their bodies, about Father and the philosopher's stone. He'd think Al was nuts.

Worse, it might even put him in danger if he told the wrong person.

He passes a hand over his face in a gesture that looks just like a kid trying to figure out an exam question, incongruous with the massive armour body he now has. This whole thing is making his heart ache with a viciousness that doesn't seem real.

"One thing at a time, okay? I just need you to let me help you back on the bed, take a few deep breaths, and then we can talk." That at least gives him a minute to think. "Please, I know you're scared, but I promise I'm on your side."