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[Somewhere between heading to the back room and Nobunaga's unexpected video call, the Sin's weighed his options and decided that the roof is a better place to have this conversation. It's out of the way (from prying eyes and ears) and not suspicious enough that someone might come looking for him. He smokes up here sometimes. It's just part of his routine.]
[So, when his connection starts, he's got the phone in one hand while his others occupy themselves with the iron ladder leading up to the top of the 'Nest.]
I've told you before, friend. You really have a bad way with words. [The Sin's feet clack rung after rung as he climbs.] How you say things sometimes - it's gunna give people the wrong idea. Of course she got pissed at you. You told her that humans were basically the same thing as bugs. You get that, right?
[There's no venom to his words. Hell, there isn't even a hint. He's just getting straight to it. Cut out the middle man here, there's no point in sugar-coating it.]
[Greed gets to the top and swings one of his legs over the ledge.] You could have said anything else. Like how humans have that drive in them. How they have that ambition to go above and beyond, even when the odds are stacked against them. They went, what, off their world you said? [A subject that's beyond him, so he skips right on through, gliding across the roof like he has it mapped out already in his mind.] It's just like when you were talking about an army. How many came crawling out of the woodwork, thinking they had to put a brat like you in his place?
[The Sin grabs a pack of cigarettes from his vest, as well as a match.] You can't expect her, this version of her who doesn't understand you, to get it. She isn't going to. So, you have to be a little more careful. Can you do that?
[Part of him doubts it. But it's not fair to rush to conclusions.]
[Greed strikes the match along his wrist, bringing a glimmer of red-hot orange to the scene, before inhaling on the cigarette. He shakes the match out.] If she breaks, she breaks. Let her figure it out on her own. But the moment she does, be there for her. Be someone she can rely on. [Funny words coming from a guy who's fucked up more times than he can count. He's looking to fix that.] And I mean it. When something here gets under her skin - [Or worse, he doesn't say.] - make sure you're there to pick up the pieces.
[Seras taught him that not once, but twice. Velvet taught him that. Be there. Be there when the shit really hits the fan.]
Then she doesn't know the cost yet. What it means when they can't come back. [The Sin's walking, following the line of the roof with a low-burning smoke and a gaze a million miles away.] You should explain it to her. But without your usual, long-winded bullshit. Keep it simple, but don't skim over the details.
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[So, when his connection starts, he's got the phone in one hand while his others occupy themselves with the iron ladder leading up to the top of the 'Nest.]
I've told you before, friend. You really have a bad way with words. [The Sin's feet clack rung after rung as he climbs.] How you say things sometimes - it's gunna give people the wrong idea. Of course she got pissed at you. You told her that humans were basically the same thing as bugs. You get that, right?
[There's no venom to his words. Hell, there isn't even a hint. He's just getting straight to it. Cut out the middle man here, there's no point in sugar-coating it.]
[Greed gets to the top and swings one of his legs over the ledge.] You could have said anything else. Like how humans have that drive in them. How they have that ambition to go above and beyond, even when the odds are stacked against them. They went, what, off their world you said? [A subject that's beyond him, so he skips right on through, gliding across the roof like he has it mapped out already in his mind.] It's just like when you were talking about an army. How many came crawling out of the woodwork, thinking they had to put a brat like you in his place?
[The Sin grabs a pack of cigarettes from his vest, as well as a match.] You can't expect her, this version of her who doesn't understand you, to get it. She isn't going to. So, you have to be a little more careful. Can you do that?
[Part of him doubts it. But it's not fair to rush to conclusions.]
[Greed strikes the match along his wrist, bringing a glimmer of red-hot orange to the scene, before inhaling on the cigarette. He shakes the match out.] If she breaks, she breaks. Let her figure it out on her own. But the moment she does, be there for her. Be someone she can rely on. [Funny words coming from a guy who's fucked up more times than he can count. He's looking to fix that.] And I mean it. When something here gets under her skin - [Or worse, he doesn't say.] - make sure you're there to pick up the pieces.
[Seras taught him that not once, but twice. Velvet taught him that. Be there. Be there when the shit really hits the fan.]
Then she doesn't know the cost yet. What it means when they can't come back. [The Sin's walking, following the line of the roof with a low-burning smoke and a gaze a million miles away.] You should explain it to her. But without your usual, long-winded bullshit. Keep it simple, but don't skim over the details.