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[...One year already. The thought occurs to Edward rather suddenly, as he browses through the private journal he's kept on him since his arrival, cataloguing significant changes, arrivals and departures, important dates... height chart. (Shut up, he's allowed to be shallow about that.) It's easy to recognize the rises and falls of his moods- when people were kidnapped or sent back, when the home he'd lived in had experienced some sort of turmoil and he'd felt it via association. When he and Al had reached roadblocks and breakthroughs. When Mom had come.
There hadn't been any notes made when she and Al had left. He hadn't had the heart, and he'd never forget those dates anyway.
One year, though- one year, and he's made an astonishing amount of progress. He's gotten new automail, he's trained more, his alchemy is better than ever. He's learned some alkahestry. ...Sort of. He's sometimes even talked to his father like a human being instead of a bundle of hate and resentment all the time. And, more importantly, he's gone home and survived the Promised Day. He's achieved everything he'd set out to do after he and Al had failed to transmute their mother. And he's happy about it, obviously- ecstatic, overjoyed, victorious.
On the other hand... he's unsure. Because it raises a lot of questions about what the future will hold for him, what he wants to do with the rest of his life. And if he were to be completely honest about it, this is the first time in his life since he was five that he hasn't had a clear goal he wanted to accomplish.
That kind of freedom is almost terrifying.]
...Hey. If you couldn't do what you're doing right now - for a job, career, whatever - what would you want to do with your life instead?
There hadn't been any notes made when she and Al had left. He hadn't had the heart, and he'd never forget those dates anyway.
One year, though- one year, and he's made an astonishing amount of progress. He's gotten new automail, he's trained more, his alchemy is better than ever. He's learned some alkahestry. ...Sort of. He's sometimes even talked to his father like a human being instead of a bundle of hate and resentment all the time. And, more importantly, he's gone home and survived the Promised Day. He's achieved everything he'd set out to do after he and Al had failed to transmute their mother. And he's happy about it, obviously- ecstatic, overjoyed, victorious.
On the other hand... he's unsure. Because it raises a lot of questions about what the future will hold for him, what he wants to do with the rest of his life. And if he were to be completely honest about it, this is the first time in his life since he was five that he hasn't had a clear goal he wanted to accomplish.
That kind of freedom is almost terrifying.]
...Hey. If you couldn't do what you're doing right now - for a job, career, whatever - what would you want to do with your life instead?
