"No," Greed says back firmly. His fingers dribble between his knees and sway every so often. "I'm not too interested in hurting anyone unless I have to. I just had something to take care of."
His face falls a bit. Waning between exasperation and something a bit more. There's no scratches on his hands, no damage to anything. But there's a distinct smell of wet; of something raw that's been laying around for quite some time now. Greed grunts, shifting his shoulder up as he moves to stand.
"Eh- guess there's no use hiding it." The Sin turns his head over his shoulder, looking back towards the door. "I think you're smart enough to figure it out."
The bullets, the disarray: it tells a story. Simple to read between the lines that when everything went to hell? There were a few caught in the crossfire. Greed's teeth set, his upper lip pulls. "A few of mine," he starts, almost too low. Almost growling, a bit feral at the tongue. "-never did get what was owed to me."
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His face falls a bit. Waning between exasperation and something a bit more. There's no scratches on his hands, no damage to anything. But there's a distinct smell of wet; of something raw that's been laying around for quite some time now. Greed grunts, shifting his shoulder up as he moves to stand.
"Eh- guess there's no use hiding it." The Sin turns his head over his shoulder, looking back towards the door. "I think you're smart enough to figure it out."
The bullets, the disarray: it tells a story. Simple to read between the lines that when everything went to hell? There were a few caught in the crossfire. Greed's teeth set, his upper lip pulls. "A few of mine," he starts, almost too low. Almost growling, a bit feral at the tongue. "-never did get what was owed to me."