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[One of the laptop's keys lets off a staggering hitch. It sounds gluey. Stuck. Like that of a struggling fly trying to wrench itself free from a slap of sticky paper. Eventually, though, the former homunculus releases it - the pry of his claw, a single, solitary plck.]
[Promises. Betrayal. Following. Loyalty. And hasn't it all been said about him before.]
[Greed's heel claps distractedly on the other side of the line - his mind, all-too-obviously elsewhere.] I'm sure they do - that's nothing new. Humans. They'll always find something to follow, something to give them an answer. [An inhale dries at the backs of his teeth.] I can't really blame them, nor can I hold it against them. There's nothing wrong with wanting a little hope, after all.
[A hush of uncharacteristic silence slips in and for a while, the Sin's quiet. He reads the text once, a second time, a third. "I've already made the deal.""The effects should kick in soon enough."]
["Consider it already done.".]
[Whoosh: a strike of fire. Cnk: his nails. Greed sucks sharply and a wheeze of smoke envelopes the receiver.] Then it's already done. Suit yourself, M.
[Another pause, and the laptop's lid screeches a note. No - there's no more room to for convincing. No more time to change his mind. Mello's signed his signature and dotted the line; his sale of memories, a devil's contract.]
[And ah, ah, what is the price of piece of mind, anyway?]
[The former homunculus taps the window frame.] Just remember what you're getting into.
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[One of the laptop's keys lets off a staggering hitch. It sounds gluey. Stuck. Like that of a struggling fly trying to wrench itself free from a slap of sticky paper. Eventually, though, the former homunculus releases it - the pry of his claw, a single, solitary plck.]
[Promises. Betrayal. Following. Loyalty. And hasn't it all been said about him before.]
[Greed's heel claps distractedly on the other side of the line - his mind, all-too-obviously elsewhere.] I'm sure they do - that's nothing new. Humans. They'll always find something to follow, something to give them an answer. [An inhale dries at the backs of his teeth.] I can't really blame them, nor can I hold it against them. There's nothing wrong with wanting a little hope, after all.
[A hush of uncharacteristic silence slips in and for a while, the Sin's quiet. He reads the text once, a second time, a third. "I've already made the deal." "The effects should kick in soon enough."]
["Consider it already done.".]
[Whoosh: a strike of fire. Cnk: his nails. Greed sucks sharply and a wheeze of smoke envelopes the receiver.] Then it's already done. Suit yourself, M.
[Another pause, and the laptop's lid screeches a note. No - there's no more room to for convincing. No more time to change his mind. Mello's signed his signature and dotted the line; his sale of memories, a devil's contract.]
[And ah, ah, what is the price of piece of mind, anyway?]
[The former homunculus taps the window frame.] Just remember what you're getting into.