[The Sin knuckles his cigarette, letting a waft of smoke drift thin around his face. He watches another car pass by; its headlights like streaks of paint in the sleet.] Don't know about loving and losing, Blue Eyes. But you're wrong about one thing. I left them for a reason, remember? I wouldn't have been able to get what I wanted if I spent all that time hiding. There was nothing admirable about it.
[Running, though. He'd done that plenty. Running, avoiding, and making sure his tracks were thoroughly covered. But that's not a story for now, especially since he can practically hear Michael sobering up by the minute. Greed grips his sides.] Why wouldn't I? You're talking like I did you a favor or something.
[He slides his boot against the lip of the roof, sending another pile of ice tumbling down, down, down.] I wouldn't change what I did, if that makes you feel any better.
[Finally, he urges up a smile and a cloud of cold air fogs at his mouth.] Gunna make me confess to you now? If that's the case, we might be here for a while. But then again, guess we've got all the time in the world, don't we?
[The former homunculus goes quiet, listening to Michael's voice through he receiver. He can't see him, but he can almost picture it: the Archangel tucked into a corner with the busyness of the bar surrounding him, swaying like of living, breathing thing. He takes another drag off his cigarette before tossing it onto the roof.]
Everyone wants something they can't have. [He exhales.] I'm not excluded from that. You think I haven't wanted something that I shouldn't before? [Again, he can feel that core of his: how it tenses, trembles, and claws at the sides of his skull like a corned, feral cat.]
[Greed clicks his teeth together, and a thin gasp of smoke squeezes out of his mouth.] Tch. There's never been anything wrong with you, Blues. You say you were never meant to feel it, but that isn't true either. You made that clear the moment I met you. You wanted to protect the ones you cared about. It's the same thing. Might not be to you and yours, but that's still greed. Everyone from your world's just got the whole thing wrong -
[He levels his toes over the roof, shrugging his shoulders to no one.] You want me to say I regret it? I don't. [The Sin takes a moment to lift his heel and as the back of it slowly begins to grind his cigarette to dust, he focuses out on the city again. On the lights blinking back, and the sighs of heat gaping sleepily from a few, street-side vents.]
Then I guess we'll see it through together, won't we? [The tone of his voice is low, distant. Because for once? He's the one lost in his head.] But it doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be. [Behind him, his tail whips out, gliding the steel of it lightly over the roof.]
Now, do me a favor, would ya? And go actually have some fun for once. I've have some things to finish up here, and you've got some catching up to do. Don't think Beetle isn't already ahead of you by a long shot. [Greed grins, turning his attention back on the phone.]
And since it's probably your first time, I'll come by later with a few things to take care of that hangover you're probably going to have after all this.
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[Running, though. He'd done that plenty. Running, avoiding, and making sure his tracks were thoroughly covered. But that's not a story for now, especially since he can practically hear Michael sobering up by the minute. Greed grips his sides.] Why wouldn't I? You're talking like I did you a favor or something.
[He slides his boot against the lip of the roof, sending another pile of ice tumbling down, down, down.] I wouldn't change what I did, if that makes you feel any better.
[Finally, he urges up a smile and a cloud of cold air fogs at his mouth.] Gunna make me confess to you now? If that's the case, we might be here for a while. But then again, guess we've got all the time in the world, don't we?
[The former homunculus goes quiet, listening to Michael's voice through he receiver. He can't see him, but he can almost picture it: the Archangel tucked into a corner with the busyness of the bar surrounding him, swaying like of living, breathing thing. He takes another drag off his cigarette before tossing it onto the roof.]
Everyone wants something they can't have. [He exhales.] I'm not excluded from that. You think I haven't wanted something that I shouldn't before? [Again, he can feel that core of his: how it tenses, trembles, and claws at the sides of his skull like a corned, feral cat.]
[Greed clicks his teeth together, and a thin gasp of smoke squeezes out of his mouth.] Tch. There's never been anything wrong with you, Blues. You say you were never meant to feel it, but that isn't true either. You made that clear the moment I met you. You wanted to protect the ones you cared about. It's the same thing. Might not be to you and yours, but that's still greed. Everyone from your world's just got the whole thing wrong -
[He levels his toes over the roof, shrugging his shoulders to no one.] You want me to say I regret it? I don't. [The Sin takes a moment to lift his heel and as the back of it slowly begins to grind his cigarette to dust, he focuses out on the city again. On the lights blinking back, and the sighs of heat gaping sleepily from a few, street-side vents.]
Then I guess we'll see it through together, won't we? [The tone of his voice is low, distant. Because for once? He's the one lost in his head.] But it doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be. [Behind him, his tail whips out, gliding the steel of it lightly over the roof.]
Now, do me a favor, would ya? And go actually have some fun for once. I've have some things to finish up here, and you've got some catching up to do. Don't think Beetle isn't already ahead of you by a long shot. [Greed grins, turning his attention back on the phone.]
And since it's probably your first time, I'll come by later with a few things to take care of that hangover you're probably going to have after all this.