It was confusing, being shunted through the crowds and pulled this way and that when he didn't know where they were going, and why, if he could be lost...

And then they stopped, and Edward stopped yelling for 'Alexander,' who Pride remembered. A dog, who looked... scared, his mind supplied. And something else, but that, he had no answer for.

Edward was sorry again. Sorry meant hurt, and maybe that was what Alexander was feeling. The homunculus watched the dog carefully. Shaking. Hurt. Yes, that was what it was.

He hunkered down as well, curious and wondering, and reached out a hand to run along the dog's thick fur.