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[The scene is a cramped room, full of mechanical bits and tools of all sorts. A teenaged girl is staring in the viewscreen. She reaches out and taps on the casing.]

I don't get this thing. Where did it come from? The technology is so different than what I'm used to. [She frowns then sits up, exhaling sharply so her bangs fly up away from her forehead.]

But I guess I can talk to people from here, huh? So, I'm Winry Rockbell. [A sweet smile breaks on her face.] I hope to get to know you soon.

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[Locked] No, he's not bitter about his crew that isn't his crew being killed. Not at all.

[material_guy]

[There's an immediate, near palpable change in his mood and posture even if he strains to keep smirking.] Since it wasn't me, I don't know all the details. I just know the military came in with him and did a slaughterhouse number. S'what Dogs of the Military do, I guess.

You can get why it's funny to see a kid like that be so focused on a nice clean-cut girl like you. Makes sense when Armor-kun does it, par for the course 'n all that, but the one who goes on and on about'cha is...

[Locked] [Concerned. Because Winry always is.]

[hands4healing.livejournal.com]

[Ed...took part in slaughtering people...? No...that's not...he wouldn't...]

I...I don't understand.

[Locked]

[material_guy]

[Mumbling and not looking directly at the camera anymore.] Yeah, I don't got a great idea of exactly what went down, either. I... got stuff to go do now, so, keep smellin' good and bein' soft and all that other stuff he gets funny over. See ya around the place.


[Log off.]

[Locked]

[hands4healing.livejournal.com]

...Mr. Greed? ...Sir...?

[Little sigh.]