You know me, chronically incapable of letting a good opportunity pass me by!
Bit by bit, Oswald begins to go still and quiet once more. The hand resting against his forehead edges its way down his face slowly until he has his forefinger pressed against his lips. His eyes, unfocused on anything in particular in the room, are open again, watery but processing until he finally moves them back to Ed without turning his head at all.
He can hear his own breathing, still a little shaky and ragged, but he taps the finger against his lips, coming to a decision it would seem.
"... You and I," he says at last, cracked in places and quiet as he pivots his hand at the wrist to point at Ed, a mild tremor still lingering in his body, "Have quite the difficult task ahead of us here, don't we."
It's a rhetorical question, entirely unfair to Ed who has no idea what has transpired and was either smart enough or too stupid to ask.
He takes in a deep, shaky breath before pulling the pointing hand back to briefly rub his palm across his mouth.
"This is all... very complicated, Edward. I know now that you can't truly appreciate the gravity of it all. And maybe you never truly will," he nods again, agreeing with something in his head before lifting his head a little straighter, "But do I believe you now. About what you said about your last memories of our beloved home, now so very far away from us. I believe you."
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Bit by bit, Oswald begins to go still and quiet once more. The hand resting against his forehead edges its way down his face slowly until he has his forefinger pressed against his lips. His eyes, unfocused on anything in particular in the room, are open again, watery but processing until he finally moves them back to Ed without turning his head at all.
He can hear his own breathing, still a little shaky and ragged, but he taps the finger against his lips, coming to a decision it would seem.
"... You and I," he says at last, cracked in places and quiet as he pivots his hand at the wrist to point at Ed, a mild tremor still lingering in his body, "Have quite the difficult task ahead of us here, don't we."
It's a rhetorical question, entirely unfair to Ed who has no idea what has transpired and was either smart enough or too stupid to ask.
He takes in a deep, shaky breath before pulling the pointing hand back to briefly rub his palm across his mouth.
"This is all... very complicated, Edward. I know now that you can't truly appreciate the gravity of it all. And maybe you never truly will," he nods again, agreeing with something in his head before lifting his head a little straighter, "But do I believe you now. About what you said about your last memories of our beloved home, now so very far away from us. I believe you."