[The dark proves no problem to the minotaur, the single blade of light catching his eyes and casting an eerie bright-gold reflection in them as his gaze sweeps the room. It doesn't take much to spot Greed, a shadow among the soot and ash, the dim broken apart by his furnace-light.

Without invitation he moves further into the room, arms folding over his chest as he does. Much as he'd like to stop being the one to bring bad news, well...

Dante wears scarlet for a reason.]

So I don't know if you've seen the news, but the doctors over at the labs have come up with a way to get rid of our little pest problem.

[Certainly Greed remembers the parasites, those sickening crawling bugs inhabiting the bodies of their loved ones. Changing them, their behavior, everything... And the inevitable outcome.]