"The nights are never very good," Lust agreed with a bitter little laugh. "Things can hurt you in all sorts of ways, and everything's bad. It's really something of a cheap novel cliche, isn't it? Light is safe, dark is evil... it shouldn't really work that way."

She met Alphonse's curious gaze with a mild yet sympathetic one of her own. She had seen it, regardless of what memories were left in her mind of her making, but she didn't make an immediate connection. The attack could have reminded Alphonse of a dozen things, really.

"I sometimes wonder what's the point of even going out at night. Nothing's ever done. Nothing's ever accomplished."