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Day 69: Breakfast
Scar scowled, both relieved and angry that he had woken up once again in his own bed. That lanky man who had become his new roommate on the night of his death was sound asleep one bed over.
This was coming to be the new "normal." It was infuriating.
As always, he begrudgingly followed his nurse into the cafeteria and took a seat. He preferred to file in with the majority of the patients in order to avoid sticking out, but no such luck this morning.
Scar stared at his food rather than starting in on it, despite the newly found appetite that had been lost thanks to that blasted sickness. He had a lot to think about. He hadn't managed to find Frank last night. The damn intercom had beaten him to it. And judging by Tsubaki's reaction to him, he had been out for at least a day's time. How many had noticed? Cared? It couldn't have been many.
But it was the few who did whose detection Scar was desperate to avoid.
[Eddyyyy!]
This was coming to be the new "normal." It was infuriating.
As always, he begrudgingly followed his nurse into the cafeteria and took a seat. He preferred to file in with the majority of the patients in order to avoid sticking out, but no such luck this morning.
Scar stared at his food rather than starting in on it, despite the newly found appetite that had been lost thanks to that blasted sickness. He had a lot to think about. He hadn't managed to find Frank last night. The damn intercom had beaten him to it. And judging by Tsubaki's reaction to him, he had been out for at least a day's time. How many had noticed? Cared? It couldn't have been many.
But it was the few who did whose detection Scar was desperate to avoid.
[Eddyyyy!]
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"As if I give a damn." She was constantly ordering him around, and this would be no different.
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"Alphonse needs to focus on taking care of himself. I will be fine."
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"I didn't get myself killed. And that's hardly the reason she wasn't eating anything." What a ridiculous notion. There were a thousand more reasonable explanations for something so stupidly mundane as not eating.
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"...Who? Who else was it that died?" Nobody had been in the morgue with him when he woke up. What did that mean?
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"You're sure she didn't mention a name?" If Frank was dead... He didn't even want to think about it.
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Frank, though...
Frank had been ill. And he had been transforming into a beast these past few nights, had he not? What it one of the patients had killed him off by accident? If so, why had he not woken up with Scar? As if on cue, Lingormr entered the cafeteria. Scar sat back down with a deep scowl to hide his worry.
"I apologize."
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"I'll be fine," he said stiffly.
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Ed eyed the serving area for a moment, wondering if he could get seconds before turning his attention back to Scar.
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"Any more brilliant words of advice?" His sarcasm wasn't evident in his tone, rather his voice was flat and unamused as it always was.
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"Are you always this aggrivating?" He was nothing like his brother! Brash, and stubborn, and...
Just like Scar.
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Ed remembered the existence of his juice and drank some, making a face. "I wish they had coffee. I wake up better in the mornings with it."
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"Is there anything else that I ought to know?" He looked up to Edward. "About what happened at home."
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Ed eyed Scar carefully. "Please don't explode or someone may come to stab you with a needle." And possibly stab him with one for being the cause.
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"So he was behind the Ishbal extermination? And Liore?" His hands clinched to fists, fury returning to his expression.
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Ed's lips thinned. "He'd also be behind the death of someone I knew, I'm betting, because I think he knew that Hughes was investigating things after I told him what happened at Lab 5."
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"Everything was a goddamn hoax. All for the..." Scar stopped, his heart skipping a beat. Homunculi were after the Stone, were they not? So was that the goal the entire time? To arrange a perfect opportunity for the Stone?
"All they ever wanted was the Philosopher's Stone," he finally murmured.
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