Alphonse heard her begin to rinse her plate... and it occurred to him that he was being cruel. She still cared for him... he could tell just by the dejected way in which she paused by his door every night. When he was gone... she would mourn him... he would have to do something about that... well, then...first things first.<br/><br/>Moving quickly and silentely, Alphonse made his way into his sister's room, noting with a pang that she'd removed the secnod twin-sized bed that had once been situated next to the wall. She'd moved on.....<br/><br/>That made him angry. How could she move on? How could she just erase their sister?<br/><br/>He looked about for a moment and found the thing he sought. A small, white teddy bear he'd given her a few years back... how she treasured it....<br/><br/>His hands moved quickly and defly as he tor off it's head, then it's arms, then it's legs and began to strew the stuffing over her mattress... she would hate him. He would be sure of it. Then noone would be left to mourn his passing into darkness.