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The young man groaned rather loudly as he made his way down the beaten dirt road. Resembool was the town he was in. It was hardly a town really, at least compared to what he thought a town was. Shaking his…
“If you are who you say you are,” she said, glancing up and down the young man who claimed to be Van Hohenheim. “It’s not for what you’ve done, it’s what you will do.”
The elderly woman went inside her home, and pulled out a chair for the young man. “Sit down, Van Hohenheim,” She instructed, saying the boys name haphazardly. “I think it’s time we had a little talk.”
((We’re all guilty))
The boy was far past the point of confused as he stared at the woman, completely dumbfounded. Hesitantly she stepped inside, still rubbing his sore cheek. “Jeeze….what’d I even do….?”
Blinking at her he pouted slightly. “call me Van….just Van. Hohenheim sounds….” He wrinkled his nose slightly. “Kinda old for a kid like me.” Turning his gaze away in embarrassment he looked around the house— he could never quite get used to how different this place was from Xerxes, although he did like the plants.
