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[andeatit]

The request isn't to not defend yourself. If they attack, you're free to fight back, which I'm sure you would do anyway. I don't want to be the aggressors here, but we can't allow ourselves to be victims either. That isn't what I'm trying to do. The people you protect? This won't change that.

[The breeze also shifts some of the lighting for those who are out, making the shimmer of Light's wings move a bit, though the man himself stays still. His hair is long enough to blow gently, which does prompt him to raise a hand to move his bangs from his eyes; he does need to find someone to at least trim his hair into his chosen style, but other things had kept him busy.]

As for Toyotomi, I understand where his intentions come from, but I can't agree with his method. It's a cycle that has to be broken. Already, we're unable to keep from killing humans. In return, the Bloody Bones were created. If we keep killing humans, now by choice, more and more of their kind will rise.

[The gem is eye-catching, but only for a moment. Those eyes quickly go back to the Sin's before his hand is reaching out to shake that hand. If it's tangible enough.]

If I end up on the council, we do. Otherwise, I don't mind helping in other ways as long as you continue to be the kind of leader you've shown to be.

[nestingdevil]

[A look of just knowing crosses the Sin's face. The expression is old and simmering - like that of a tar pit that's only recently been exposed. Greed's had his fair share of both parties: the extremists and militants, the peaceful and diplomatic. War isn't always the inevitable end, but given the circumstances, the idea of a treaty is a laughable outcome.]

[Light's clear conversation just means that he knows it too.] Y'know for a kid, you're pretty clever. [The phrase doesn't come as an insult in the slightest. A high trill takes the devil's voice in a rumble; like that of a big-pawed cat under tentative domestication. One false move could mean a bite, but that isn't the case here. Instead, Greed meets the hand shake with one of his own; wrapping finger after finger around Light's presented gesture.]

Not sure what you mean by that though. [The Sin's tone pricks behind his teeth. In all, he's never made a point of trying to be something he just isn't. Hero, villain, something else. There's no structure to his game, no clean-cut answer to the why(s) and the how(s). Only a moral gray he's never had the luxury of slipping into. It's always merely existed - his nature as unrestricted as his namesake.]

[When he finally lets go of the other's hand, a cloud of ash wafts between them. It glides and holds; like a jet-dry cough out of the back end of an aged tail pipe. Greed lowers his arm boneless(ly), but as it falls back down to his side, his fingers take a quick detour. The tip of his thumb disappears into his pocket. It flicks once, the edge of his nail puncturing the corner of a small, well-used matchbox.] Don't forget what I told you, kid. I might not be so bad, but that doesn't mean I'm good either. [He hangs on that last word, the rest of his fingers rap-tap-tapping along the edge of the box.] My avarice just tends to do the deciding for me. And what I want is Vandare's south end. If the Toyotomi change their mind, the humans here will be mine. Whatever else they do, whatever you decide to do? I don't really care. They're off limits.

[His arm extends, each one of his fingers fanning opening like a collection of kitchen knives. Resting on his palm is that same, little book: its top painted with a constant, sneering devil. He waits for Light to take it before retreating just a hitch back. The tip of his pointed boot curls upward as he does, forcing his heel to peel off the ground below. Greed ticks his jaws.] I don't think I have to tell you what that means. I'm fair, but even I have some standards. If you really think our friends up north are going to be a problem, then you can tell them just that. I've been here a long time and if they think they'll be calling all the shots, well.

[A shallow shrug takes hold of his shoulders. Light can read between those lines just fine and really, he doesn't care to explain. At the end of it all, he knows things will get messy - that's part of a coup like this. However, he'll keep his to a minimum and if someone, anyone, should cross that line?]

[All bets were definitely off.] If you need anything else, you know where to find me. [Greed's eyes peel open again, their lids heavy and hooded. He watches the matchbox in Light's hand; tracing it once, twice.] If that's all though, I've got other business to take care of. I'm sure you know how to get out of here without anyone seeing you, right?

[andeatit]

[Greed or revenge, want or hate, emotions really do drive so many different people, humans and monsters alike. Toyotomi's motives are easy to read, and Greed doesn't bother to hide his own. It makes it easier to digest, to plan when the words are written out with little written between the lines. The motives, even, are understable. Perhaps that makes it more complicated, that Light understands all sides of the complex equation. When turned into monsters, the fog put them in a horrible, horrible position in which they had little choice in which to play their role. Humans will always have to be slightly afraid of them because not eating isn't a real option, which means they'll always have enemies.

It's the long term that worries Light.

Still, so far, it seems to be working out well. No one has bad intentions, at least. That helps.

Reaching out, Light accepts the card. Idly, he flips it over and then forward again, looking down at the logo with a smile before looking up to meet the other man's eyes with a nod.] That's all. You know my real name now, I'm easy enough to find. If you need me, don't hesitate to reach out. I'll be going back instantly, but you should be careful. It's not entirely safe right now.

[But his peace is said. Without any visible action, Light is gone, leaving behind just the circle of mushrooms.]