[Max made a little rumbling sound in the back of his throat. There were many ways it could be interpreted but Max's thoughts were centered around uncertainty. Had the conversation been with an adult he would have already dismissed everything said, lied in an effort to get the person to stop bothering him, and never looked back. But with Al as young as he sounded and acted, Max's instincts were nudged in a different direction.
Was this what it would have felt like to be a parent had his child not died?
Such thoughts were quickly swept away and ignored.]
Stop talking. I'll share useful information. [He made an unamused sound.] I've already agreed to that. Just. Stop. Talking. [Like that. No more talk of being a tool. It's not helping, Alphonse.]
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Was this what it would have felt like to be a parent had his child not died?
Such thoughts were quickly swept away and ignored.]
Stop talking. I'll share useful information. [He made an unamused sound.] I've already agreed to that. Just. Stop. Talking. [Like that. No more talk of being a tool. It's not helping, Alphonse.]