My senses came back to me slowly as if experiencing the slow reactions of a dream. I turned my face to the side in annoyance from the tickling raindrops and flinched when my cheek met grass. How the hell did I get outside?
But…
"…I'm sorry, but I don't remember what happened that night either. That thing we created," Alphonse's voice began to tremble. "It wasn't even her…"
No. That was...crazy. He was crazy, Tucker didn't know what he was talking about.
But none of us had really discussed what had happened that night, our wounds too fresh. No one could really remember what happened save for Ed, and even he didn't know what to make of me...Could it be true? But if I was that thing they created, then why did I look like Alphonse three days later?
"What I don't get," Tucker growled, i
