[Even if Envy had sent a response, Alphonse wouldn't have seen it until morning. His book is forgotten at this point, as the conflicting guilt and worry twist his stomach around, tighten like a vice around his heart.]
[He should hate Envy, despise every fiber of his being, but he...he can't, anymore. He's seen too much of the hidden parts of the homunculus, the few bits and pieces of him that aren't a broken wreck. And now that he has, he wants to help; it's his nature, he can't help it. But every time he sees his half-brother he also sees Edward bleeding out on the ground, the light fading out of his eyes while Al could do nothing to stop it.]
[He falls asleep curled up tightly against his Luxray's side, tears staining the mane where it cushioned his head.]
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[He should hate Envy, despise every fiber of his being, but he...he can't, anymore. He's seen too much of the hidden parts of the homunculus, the few bits and pieces of him that aren't a broken wreck. And now that he has, he wants to help; it's his nature, he can't help it. But every time he sees his half-brother he also sees Edward bleeding out on the ground, the light fading out of his eyes while Al could do nothing to stop it.]
[He falls asleep curled up tightly against his Luxray's side, tears staining the mane where it cushioned his head.]