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It was impossible to explain the first moment in which Alphonse's soul reentered his body.
In one moment, there was two of him: a boy, emaciated, unkempt, and empty but very much alive, and a soul in a suit of armour existing as best it could. And then there was just one, and he was him, and that was all there was to it.
All it took was a breath, a cough, a move of his very stiff hand, and he was crying. And around him, he could see everyone else doing the same.
He was whole again at last.