It wasn't a Rift; not even close to it. There had been no sinking feeling in his stomach, not buzzing in his skull. Just the choking sensation: the grip of an undertow and it had been like drowning over and over again. Swimming in a sea of black, hoping that the surface was just around the bend.
Until he woke up, body splayed, in the cart of a train.
Greed's frown tightens when she starts talking. She's human: she's different. The Sin doesn't understand family, not in the way she does. But that's not entirely right either, is it? "They're the only part of you that you chose!"
A thumb touches the glass and Greed picks himself up and out of his seat. He doesn't like this: this feeling clawing at his skull. Then she's asking something again and he tilts himself back on his heels. Spinning with the intricacy of a dancer until the point of his boot claps him still. He 'tsks' with his tongue and recoils into his shoulders.
"If what the say is true, it's been a while. It was 1912 the last time I was in Dublith and from there? Well - " There's a story, but it doesn't need to be told. Not now, not to her. It just isn't worth the trouble and Greed suddenly falls into a crouch. Knees splayed out and he jerks a thumb and forefinger back at her. "Doesn't matter though, right? We're here, at any rate."
Humans are frail. Fragile and easily breakable. A gunshot can stop them dead, but so can bad news. Emotional and unpredictable: Greed's not sure which direction she's going or where it'll take her. But lying's just not in the cards and he sits his elbows on his thighs.
He settles on a delay instead. "Like I said before: there's no such thing as no such thing. Might as well give it a shot, right?" As if to save him from the awkward situation, the train's comm crackles to life. Not with electronics or anything remotely advanced. But through the literal pipe-line and a voice echos inside carbon and copper: "Fifteen minutes until we enter Dublith Station. Please have all luggage readied for departure. I repeat: fifteen minutes until docking with Dublith. Please make sure to take all belongings with you. This train will making it's last stop and switching to a South-bound rail upon departure. Thank you."
Greed rocks his head to the side, fanning his hands over his knees. "Better finish up, kid."
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Until he woke up, body splayed, in the cart of a train.
Greed's frown tightens when she starts talking. She's human: she's different. The Sin doesn't understand family, not in the way she does. But that's not entirely right either, is it? "They're the only part of you that you chose!"
A thumb touches the glass and Greed picks himself up and out of his seat. He doesn't like this: this feeling clawing at his skull. Then she's asking something again and he tilts himself back on his heels. Spinning with the intricacy of a dancer until the point of his boot claps him still. He 'tsks' with his tongue and recoils into his shoulders.
"If what the say is true, it's been a while. It was 1912 the last time I was in Dublith and from there? Well - " There's a story, but it doesn't need to be told. Not now, not to her. It just isn't worth the trouble and Greed suddenly falls into a crouch. Knees splayed out and he jerks a thumb and forefinger back at her. "Doesn't matter though, right? We're here, at any rate."
Humans are frail. Fragile and easily breakable. A gunshot can stop them dead, but so can bad news. Emotional and unpredictable: Greed's not sure which direction she's going or where it'll take her. But lying's just not in the cards and he sits his elbows on his thighs.
He settles on a delay instead. "Like I said before: there's no such thing as no such thing. Might as well give it a shot, right?" As if to save him from the awkward situation, the train's comm crackles to life. Not with electronics or anything remotely advanced. But through the literal pipe-line and a voice echos inside carbon and copper: "Fifteen minutes until we enter Dublith Station. Please have all luggage readied for departure. I repeat: fifteen minutes until docking with Dublith. Please make sure to take all belongings with you. This train will making it's last stop and switching to a South-bound rail upon departure. Thank you."
Greed rocks his head to the side, fanning his hands over his knees. "Better finish up, kid."