His hand is comforting, even if she can't bring herself to press on initially. She's here, in this room and with him, specifically in avoidance of this very truth. It's how she'd been roped into a scheme of marrying a perfect stranger, of posing as housewife material instead of the military woman she's been for the majority of her life.
"I'm not from a small town in the countryside. Not this countryside," she says quietly. Hesitant, she glances up at him. "My home is in Amestris. I don't think you've heard of it."
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His hand is comforting, even if she can't bring herself to press on initially. She's here, in this room and with him, specifically in avoidance of this very truth. It's how she'd been roped into a scheme of marrying a perfect stranger, of posing as housewife material instead of the military woman she's been for the majority of her life.
"I'm not from a small town in the countryside. Not this countryside," she says quietly. Hesitant, she glances up at him. "My home is in Amestris. I don't think you've heard of it."
"It isn't in this world."