"Where are we going?" It's a heavy question and one that Greed doesn't answer. Not at first, anyway. He hasn't been back to Dublith in quite some time. Not since the bullets ripped and the soldiers marched through the front doors with the bust of the century. It's here that it all started - that the world as he knew it turned topsy-turvy, shoving him head deep into a struggle that he had tried to stay out of for as long as he could.

It's here that he lost it all.

But he doesn't tell her that - she doesn't need to know. It isn't her place, isn't her history, and it sure as hell isn't going to help the current situation. Instead he just says: "My place."

There's more people when the alleyway opens up and the maw births a bit more life. Some doors still hanging open with drunken whispers. A few people perk up when he rounds the corner, but they don't move to ask. Maybe an eyebrow raised there, a glance here. But most of them look just as haggard as Kaede must feel - deep circles round the eyes, lips cracked and split where time hadn't been too kind. They watch with a glazed-over sort of look, as if the world could pass them by and they could care less.

Greed sags when they get to the mid-way point. When a few of the overhanging bulbs flicker, as if they hadn't seen some use. It's here, that the left-over dregs dwindle again and there's good reason. There's an opening to to left, a tunnel. Boards dot the rounded frame, giving a look of gnarled-wooden teeth in the dark. A monster of sorts, one the imagination could play tricks with ten-fold.

But above is something familiar. Something she should recognize fairly quickly. It's letters are a bit faded, the sign a bit more cracked than it had been five years ago. It groans and creeks, swaying just slightly with a small gust.

"The Devil's Nest."