There was no response, not a flicker from the homunculus, not even an indication that he was still in the room.
Too much talk of alchemy. Too much hurt and everything bad, too much like Home and Brother and the others, of Father. Even invisible as he was, everything hurt, everything needed to go away. If his eyes were corporeal, they would have stung. If he'd had tears, he could have cried. There was nothing... just a silence like muffled cotton.
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Too much talk of alchemy. Too much hurt and everything bad, too much like Home and Brother and the others, of Father. Even invisible as he was, everything hurt, everything needed to go away. If his eyes were corporeal, they would have stung. If he'd had tears, he could have cried. There was nothing... just a silence like muffled cotton.