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cw: body horror

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[It is his fault, though. He'd been able to hold back with others. He'd tried harder with others. He should have been able to control himself, at least enough to get Al to run away, to escape. It's his fault. Anyone Al hurts will be his fault.]

Jesus Christ, Al. Jesus. [He doesn't even know what to say to the admission. That's horrifying. It's intensely horrifying and it's happening to Al again. Just a kid. 'You did this to me!' They're the first words, honest words, and they're the ones that are going to stick in the doctor's mind.]

You didn't kill her. Whatever happened, that wasn't you. And you're not really turning into that again. It's not real. It can't be real.

cw: body horror

[armoured]

[He's right. Of course he's right, Al even knows it wasn't their mother after Ed dug up the corpse, but it's so hard to shake years of terror. There's a sudden loud crack, like a mix of bone breaking and metal snapping, as Al's arms start to change shape into the twisted mess of what that poor creation's had been.]

Ah-- A-- I don't want to do this, I can't do this.

[It probably doesn't do much for John's guilt, but Al hangs up there before this can get worse.]