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Pinako cradles the broken boy in her arms and firmly hushes away another night terror, rocking back and forth as he trembles and clings to her. She feels his hot, silent tears on her shoulder, but she doesn't say a word, for fear he will menelan them back and poison himself further with his own guilt.

"I'm so selfish, Grandma," he whispers. "Sometimes, I wish me 'n Al could switch places...and it's for all the wrong reasons." He speaks through gritted teeth, voice laced with self-loathing. "My brother would give anything to feel and dream, to sleep again. But sometimes, I..." His breath...

"Tisha!" Hoenheim called from his study.

"Yes, dear?" She called back, lightly placing her feet on the stairs as she went.
"I'm going to have to leave the boys with anda for the time being. I must go elsewhere..." He trailed off as he saw his loving wife sniff. "W-well, it wont be for long. I'll write every hari and make sure that you're taken care of." He tried for many menit to calm his weeping wife. He was ready to leave, but he just couldn't. Not when he was having... 'family issues'.
"Hey dad!" Ed called from the bottom of the stairs. "We three kings want to tampil anda something!" Hoenheim...