[Stocke doesn't respond, not to the first few words or to Greed's increasingly dangerous tone. A snake baring fangs, coiling slowly to spring, claws clicking like the hiss of a rattle - but the shade's breathing a touch too fast, fingers slowly curling in on his palms. He's not paying attention.]
[He'd crushed the syringe in his own hand, needle bending under a monster's strength; the smaller slivers of shards still pierce his palm, thin streams of black-smoke-blood twining up. Some more of that cure's probably gone into his bloodstream, but honestly - with how much his Hyde had been injecting himself, that's probably the least of his worries. It had been so close, and just a second more... and even without that, the thought of his Hyde having been near Greed for this long -]
[Stocke's nothing if not good at compartmentalizing. He shuts it away and snaps back to attention to '- becoming one of mine. It's a bold move.']
[The shade's tendrils go abruptly very still. For a moment there's no expression at all on his face; then there's a flicker of resignation before he shuts down again. There's no way he can prove anything; the trouble with always having relied on subterfuge is when it comes back around on your own tail...]
[He doesn't have the time to try. Instead of answering the Sin's question, Stocke leads with a,] Boss - don't trust him. Me. Might be better if you just kill him - being like this never lasts long. Shorter each time.
[He pauses, then adds, short -] Get rid of the stash, if you can. It's - [and a hiding place, named, not very far from where they started.]
[And if the Sin thinks it's an ambush? ...might be for the best, really. Sure, it'd be nice if that supply of cure isn't squirreled away for someone to get at, but it'll just mean the Sin's already set on that whole not trusting thing.]
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[He'd crushed the syringe in his own hand, needle bending under a monster's strength; the smaller slivers of shards still pierce his palm, thin streams of black-smoke-blood twining up. Some more of that cure's probably gone into his bloodstream, but honestly - with how much his Hyde had been injecting himself, that's probably the least of his worries. It had been so close, and just a second more... and even without that, the thought of his Hyde having been near Greed for this long -]
[Stocke's nothing if not good at compartmentalizing. He shuts it away and snaps back to attention to '- becoming one of mine. It's a bold move.']
[The shade's tendrils go abruptly very still. For a moment there's no expression at all on his face; then there's a flicker of resignation before he shuts down again. There's no way he can prove anything; the trouble with always having relied on subterfuge is when it comes back around on your own tail...]
[He doesn't have the time to try. Instead of answering the Sin's question, Stocke leads with a,] Boss - don't trust him. Me. Might be better if you just kill him - being like this never lasts long. Shorter each time.
[He pauses, then adds, short -] Get rid of the stash, if you can. It's - [and a hiding place, named, not very far from where they started.]
[And if the Sin thinks it's an ambush? ...might be for the best, really. Sure, it'd be nice if that supply of cure isn't squirreled away for someone to get at, but it'll just mean the Sin's already set on that whole not trusting thing.]