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“Would it kill you, Fullmetal,” Mustang said, “If for once in your life you went to the place I told you to go, and solved to problem I told you to solve, and did not save a small village from a natural disaster, or overthrow a corrupt official, or discover a conspiracy, and inevitably unearth ten more problems I have to solve, and leave me with piles of paperwork to file to explain it all? Just once?”
“Yes.”
Alphonse sighed. It was a good sigh. It was the sort of sigh that sounded very long-suffering and mature, like Al was embarrassed by his brother but in a fond way, and not at all like he was laughing at both of them.