Alphonse Elric and OTA
Al was a little depressed. He had been here for weeks now and he hadn't figured out a way to get home, or to get rid of the philosopher's stone inside him. It was confusing, and it made him feel rather tetchy, if odd.
This place was fun sometimes, and the people were nice, but he felt a disconnect. How could he be himself if nothing he knew was true here?
Confused, the giant suit of armor with the soul of the boy wandered around the edges of the party.