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>>AVARICOUS has posted an AUDIO MESSAGE. If you wish to listen, type LISTEN03

[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.

<Mello>

[thischaos]

[Mello's never had to explain himself to anyone.]

[And it stands, but he does. Because he wants Greed's trust and respect, because those with whom he worked were always beneath him, and it blinded him to the truth that sometimes, he isn't at the top of the food-chain.]

[He's always been a pompous, stubborn thing.]

[The borderline annoyance is clear in the Sin's words. Suit yourself. He's come to learn that when Greed utters those words, it's a resigned dismissal, a blatant proclamation of disagreement.]

[But if he knew. If he understood — ]

[Mello's not going to plead his case any more than he already has. He's received the agreement he sought upon contacting his boss, and that's all he needed, isn't it?]

I know what I'm doing.

[No, really. He doesn't. But determination can lead to conviction that fools even the sharpest of minds.]

Linden shouldn't pursue the matter. [Always reassurances.] He threw his chance to intervene.

[And that's all he has to say about that.]