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[Life goes on. Peace treaties can bring one kind of end to a war, but they still need to be carried out. Promises can be made, but they have to be kept.
None of this explains why, on this damp late spring day, Edward is scaling the walls of Garden instead of walking inside the normal way. He's doing well, though. He had to work his way around in a shaky spiral rather than launch himself straight up - physics is annoying like that - but he's reached the upper floor of this wing of the dorms, and he's still going. One window sill at a time, but still going.
There's no force in this world that can stop him once he has his mind set on something. His metal elbow scrapes some splinters off a ledge that was only repainted recently, but that's a natural hazard when they do such a rush job. Someone sticks their head out of a window below him to glare pointedly up, and he just looks pointedly away -
- wait just a damn minute, the window above is his room, he left it locked, why is she in there, how did she already -
- which means the next thing his hand meets is empty air. Which means he drops like a stone.
Welp. Life goes on, but not forever.]
None of this explains why, on this damp late spring day, Edward is scaling the walls of Garden instead of walking inside the normal way. He's doing well, though. He had to work his way around in a shaky spiral rather than launch himself straight up - physics is annoying like that - but he's reached the upper floor of this wing of the dorms, and he's still going. One window sill at a time, but still going.
There's no force in this world that can stop him once he has his mind set on something. His metal elbow scrapes some splinters off a ledge that was only repainted recently, but that's a natural hazard when they do such a rush job. Someone sticks their head out of a window below him to glare pointedly up, and he just looks pointedly away -
- wait just a damn minute, the window above is his room, he left it locked, why is she in there, how did she already -
- which means the next thing his hand meets is empty air. Which means he drops like a stone.
Welp. Life goes on, but not forever.]