Scar was silent for another long moment before closing the book and putting it back on the shelf. The intercom soon went off, and he glanced to the door as the nurses approached.

"Come on." Scar placed a hand on Al's back, urging him gently toward the door. He wasn't about to vocalize what he was thinking, even if it was Alphonse. He hardly needed to explain what was on his mind, anyway. The boy already knew.