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Winry knew Edward's scars, could almost draw them by heart. The flesh rucked up where it met the metal docking for his arm; it bunched and puckered at the seat for his prosthetic leg. She didn't like to think that she'd helped make them but there was truth in that, too; that the flesh she and Granny had tended to had also been warped to accept the metal for the automail attachments. They didn't fade, those scars; they always were darker than the skin around them; a sort of a rose color.
Those were the scars she knew. They were familiar; understood.
It was the new ones, wrapped in strips of white gauze, that made her worry.
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Winry knew Edward's scars, could almost draw them by heart. The flesh rucked up where it met the metal docking for his arm; it bunched and puckered at the seat for his prosthetic leg. She didn't like to think that she'd helped make them but there was truth in that, too; that the flesh she and Granny had tended to had also been warped to accept the metal for the automail attachments. They didn't fade, those scars; they always were darker than the skin around them; a sort of a rose color.
Those were the scars she knew. They were familiar; understood.
It was the new ones, wrapped in strips of white gauze, that made her worry.
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