[ Bryn eats breakfast because of course she eats breakfast. She's a growing girl, she needs her nutrients. She not quite fool enough to think this is a social visit so when it's time to open the envelopes, she can't say she's really surprised.
But still. When she tears it open and sees what's inside, Bryn completely freezes. Cold on the spot like someone's just walked over her grave. And if you happen to peek at her picture, it's hard to tell exactly why.
After all, it's just a man. Clearly an adult by some wide margin, with a face that seems kind, somehow. If there's anything notable about him, it might just be that the lavender hair and his red eyes are an eerie match for Bryn's.
She stares at the picture for a moment like she's not quite comprehending it. But then she turns her gaze up to the Alchemist and her voice is so, so quiet - and her remaining eye has gone flat, glossy, suddenly catching just a bit too much of the light. ]
You'd... completely unmake him? Truly? Him and... everything he's done?
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But still. When she tears it open and sees what's inside, Bryn completely freezes. Cold on the spot like someone's just walked over her grave. And if you happen to peek at her picture, it's hard to tell exactly why.
After all, it's just a man. Clearly an adult by some wide margin, with a face that seems kind, somehow. If there's anything notable about him, it might just be that the lavender hair and his red eyes are an eerie match for Bryn's.
She stares at the picture for a moment like she's not quite comprehending it. But then she turns her gaze up to the Alchemist and her voice is so, so quiet - and her remaining eye has gone flat, glossy, suddenly catching just a bit too much of the light. ]
You'd... completely unmake him? Truly? Him and... everything he's done?