Video.

[king]

I've been wondering, Scorched.

[ Arthur has been training since before the sun rose: it's visible in the flush across the bridge of his nose, the way his blond bangs are sticking dark to his temples, the slouch of his usually straight-backed posture. But he needs a break, a distraction from his own mind, from the questions that have been plaguing it without concrete answer. ]

Say that the Door started — temporarily — working the way that all doors should, and we could all trip merrily back to our own worlds.

[ A breath, considering whether he's really going to ask. Despite his slightly laconic tone, he knows how depressing some of the answers he'll get will be. But he still wants to know: ]

Would you stay here in Anatole?

Or would you go home?

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[video]

[king]

Would there be a condition under which you'd want to go home? I suppose, er, getting to survive...

[video]

[sonvisage]

Hmm. With no knowledge of this place. I'd just wake up where I fell?

[A look.]

I might. A ...conversation with my former Master is long overdue.

[Audible airquotes around master, definitely. But then she's quiet a moment, thoughtful. When she resumes speaking, the edge has left her voice,] Maybe I could save a friend.

Or fight by the side of ...well, I don't know if I'd call FullMetal a friend, but...

[...]

Maybe I wouldn't do any of it at all. But I would like the choice.