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A friend should bear his friend’s infirmities.

Cassius to Brutus, "Julius Caesar" (Act IV, scene III)

by William Shakespeare

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86), "Complete Poems - Pt. 1: Life XCVII" (1924)

Edward: "Alphonse, no! [A nearby suit of armor falls over] No, dammit. You won’t take him too. Give him back! He’s my brother! Take my leg. Take my arm! Take my heart, ANYTHING, YOU CAN HAVE IT! Just give him back! He’s my little brother, he’s all I have left!” (FMAB, Ep. 2)

That Ed could still bond Al’s soul with his own blood, while he was bleeding to death, is symbolic of the very essence of brotherhood (for me).

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