"Oh--well..." Al stammered at the man's seemingly logical response, and nervously ducked his head to take to closely examining the tattered ends of his shirt. Ah, this would need to be fixed... If the boy hadn't run off with the remains of fabric still attached to his claws, he could have transmuted it back together. Transmuting without those pieces would thin the rest of the shirt.

"I guess...I guess he shouldn't have done that. He did seem a little angry. Most people here are. But still..." Al mustered the courage to look up and stare him straight in the eye. "Fighting is bad. Someone could get hurt! Even if he drew first, you don't have to." He pouted, holding his gaze stubbornly and wishing more than a bit that Brother was here to support him.