The aftermath of the fight left the small band of "foreigners" distraught. The wounded and ill survivors had flooded the clinic, keeping Alphonse busy, and Winry took time off to stay at home and help him out. Edward pulled himself from the police force; his arm was badly injured, and he knew it would never heal quite right. Fletcher clung to Winry like a child clings to his mother; he no longer had anyone else.

Russell hadn't made it through the night. The damage to organs added to severe blood loss proved to be a fatal combination for the young man. Fletcher was not the only one torn up about it; the entire group was. Russell, though seemingly "not there" most of the time, was glue that held everyone together. He loosened Alphonse up, helped to keep Edward in line, acted as a sort of "big brother" figure for Winry, and protected his twelve-year-old brother as though he were the most precious thing on Earth.

His funeral was a solemn occasion and the four who had come to the reservation with him couldn't bear to speak. If they opened their mouths, they knew they'd just begin to cry and wail, missing him more.

Edward and Winry soon moved back to New England. Edward claimed that the job opportunities were better back home; Alphonse knew that he just didn't want to have to face the Sioux every morning, knowing that he had been responsible for so many of their deaths. Winry resigned from the school she was teaching at, dutifully following her husband wherever he went, as she had vowed to do they day they married. They brought Fletcher with them; the boy needed a family, and Edward and Winry were only too happy to bring him into their home.

Alphonse stayed behind, opting to work as hard as he could for the benefit of the Sioux. He knew that he would never be able to bring back the dead. The mere thought of that was morbid, taboo, even. Instead, he vowed to protect the lives of those still living, knowing they needed him to stay on their feet.

However, he soon fell ill with one of the many rampant diseases and returned back to his brother's home in coastal New Hampshire to recuperate. The young man never returned to Pine Ridge Reservation.

The Elrics did their best to put the past in the past. Edward, who had always been good with his hands, opened up a small mechanic's shop. He and Winry had three children in addition to Fletcher; Sarah, Nicholas, and Dameon. Alphonse had found and fallen in love with a freckled Irish girl upon moving back to Boston, and they soon married. Life went on for the two families.

But the Battle of Wounded Knee was one memory that was never to be forgotten.