You don't have to fight, Al. I can help you, I can do this until you're strong enough to help me. You helped me when I couldn't walk, stand, fight, breathe, think. You've helped me through everything we've done, now it's my turn to help you, okay?

[ and he means that, because Al has always been there, from the days he struggled with new automail limbs, to days when he simply couldn't walk anymore he was so exhausted. he gently grips his shoulders, making him focus. ]

You're not always going to be like this, Al. It's going to take some time to get your strength back up, to get you healthy, but we will, and you'll be back in shape in no time. I won't let anything happen to either of us, okay?