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Riza and Al had always had a certain respect for one another - each serving the same basic function but neither willing to admit it. In that, Riza never minded listening to Al.

"I couldn't protect her," he'd said. "I just couldn't. I'm like this but I couldn't."

And Riza, not particularly good at anything emotional, could only listen and nod, wishing she'd had a proper chance to meet the woman that Al was so taken with.

She found herself picking at her dinner, piling peas and carrots like a fortress around a barely hydrated potato.

Yes, a difference between a body and a person - knowing Al, she knew that quite well. Martel would have been just the right sort of woman, of person, wouldn't need care but would occassionally appreaciate it, fast, strong...

Riza certainly wouldn't have minded Martel's inhuman parts, either...

She found herself staring at her belly button in the bathtub, unsure of everything for just a minute.

And then she heard the sink dropping, a torturous tapping of old plumbing decaying. Wishing for a moment to have Winry's knowledge and arsenal of wrenches, Riza pulled herself from her bath so that she could call maintenance.