...And when his back hits the ground, breath escaping his lungs in a pained, startled cry, he's Edward again, stretched out on his back in the dark, with only the sporadic light of the tunnels and the sunlight filtering down from the main entrance, or at least what little is visible around Aang's earthbent dome. He stares blearily at the ceiling for a long moment before grimacing and sitting up, rubbing at the back of his head. It's pounding from more than just the impact, but at least he finally, finally feels like himself again. He can't feel Pride's presence at all.

God, it's been so long. And it feels great, even with his body aching, even with how humiliated and angry he is after being literally trapped in his own mind for a month. Even with how guilty and heartsick he feels for what Pride had done with his body, hurting Winry, fighting and trying to kill his friends.

Even so, he can't remember the last time he felt this relieved.

Though now he owes everybody one hell of an explanation. Rolling over to sit up on his knees, he faces the tunnel entrance, waiting to see what they do next. He doesn't dare go near it and risk Pride regaining control.