Concept: Al and Winry laying in the sloping green fields of Resembool nearby the Rockbell home. It hasn’t been long since he tried to bring back his mother and Ed is still on bed rest. He’s only 10 years old and is still struggling to make sense of everything that’s happened: the pain his brother is going through; the permanent loss of their mother, now unassuaged by hope; the memories of the transmutation he can’t recall; and the differentness of this new form, so much more powerful and deadly than he ever should have been in life, and terrifyingly less human.
He doesn’t say any of this to Winry, partly because he doesn’t want to worry her, and partly because a 10 year old’s vocabulary does not lend itself to thoughtful processing of emotion. They lay there, underneath the warm sun and among flowers and distant fields, as they’ve done their entire childhood. It’s almost like nothing has changed, except for the burning knowledge that everything has.
Winry sits up. “You remember when we used to make daisy chains as kids?” she asks, as if they’re not still kids.
Al nods because he can remember Winry trying to put a flower crown on the head of a six year old Ed before he tore it off in indignation at something “girly”. Both boys ended up spending the rest of the afternoon learning how to make them in order to appease her. It had been fun.
Winry starts collecting the flowers around her and Al helps, in quiet distraction. They start linking them and laughing and remembering that time five years ago. Winry’s eleven years in the world have also weighed on her more heavily than most, but it’s easy to forget now, when it’s sunny and green and springtime and Al has placed a chain of daisies in her hair.
She wraps the long chain of daisies she’s been forming around his armor and finds herself sticking the rest of the flowers every which way into the cracks and crevices of his armor, until this form, this false body he’s been cursed with, has become a monument to life.
“It looks beautiful,” she says. He agrees, and laughs a little. It looks beautiful.