A hundred years of hiding; it had done him well. For a while, at least. Not that he had made it that hard, but those back in Central kept to their own. Chance had changed the circumstances; one mistake leading to a snowball effect. Greed reels away, forming into his back and spine as he slithers on the retreat. "But that's right - I wasn't born like you were."
Created, artificial. The Sin's mouth peels open, his teeth shine through. "Free enough. No one knows I'm here and you're right - " Whatever he wants. Oh, it's too good, too rich. Enough to make an almost inaudible pitch rumble in his gut. Sure, things have changed: he's changed.
But some habits are just a little harder to kick. "-there's still a whole world out there."
He fails to mention other things. Histories that still had some fixing, intel to paint the rest of the picture. There's gaps that are missing; details that are lost. It'll take some time, but thankfully?
Time's always been a commodity he had.
Greed presses his thumb into the back-dip of his hip. "Who says I'm not?" His head lulls to the side, his eyes flare open.
"The name is Greed - wouldn't be me if I just sat this out." His mouth presses together and his index hooks in the same space allotted between him and his. "The real question is - what do you plan to do?"
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A hundred years of hiding; it had done him well. For a while, at least. Not that he had made it that hard, but those back in Central kept to their own. Chance had changed the circumstances; one mistake leading to a snowball effect. Greed reels away, forming into his back and spine as he slithers on the retreat. "But that's right - I wasn't born like you were."
Created, artificial. The Sin's mouth peels open, his teeth shine through. "Free enough. No one knows I'm here and you're right - " Whatever he wants. Oh, it's too good, too rich. Enough to make an almost inaudible pitch rumble in his gut. Sure, things have changed: he's changed.
But some habits are just a little harder to kick. "-there's still a whole world out there."
He fails to mention other things. Histories that still had some fixing, intel to paint the rest of the picture. There's gaps that are missing; details that are lost. It'll take some time, but thankfully?
Time's always been a commodity he had.
Greed presses his thumb into the back-dip of his hip. "Who says I'm not?" His head lulls to the side, his eyes flare open.
"The name is Greed - wouldn't be me if I just sat this out." His mouth presses together and his index hooks in the same space allotted between him and his. "The real question is - what do you plan to do?"