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Considering I attacked and tried to kill you in the same week? I'd be willing to call that above and beyond a favor, you should've turned heel and walked away when you saw me up there. Before I knew you, had I come across the scene, I'm not sure I would have been as generous.
[ No, even when he was the most disappointed in humanity, he still would have reached his hand out to them whether they asked for his help or not. Does that make him a pushover? Maybe, but he can't change what he is. He will always be there in someone's greatest time of need and not because of some role given to him in life. He takes pride in what he does, and it gives him purpose. ]
I think you've already confessed enough to me, I'll let you keep some of your secrets out of the goodness of my heart. [ A gentle tease. ] If you told me everything in one sitting, what else would do for the rest of the night? My stories pale in comparison, I'm afraid, and you know more of them than most. [ Than anyone actually but that fact is obvious, Greed knows how much he appreciates his privacy. ]
Except neither one of us has a soul to bargain with, only a core with enough energy to power a network. When they are judged to be damned, they have the opportunity for redemption. What do we lose, Greed, if we're judged the same? [ He sounds so far away despite the proximity of his mouth to the receiver. He's given this thought. ] What you've wanted, would you have been willing to give up all that you are for it? Would the price be worth it?
[ There is always a price and very rarely is it ever a fair one across the board. He weighs the words he says to him carefully, letting the phone fall down to his side for a moment. His mouth feels dry all of the sudden, eyes scanning the lights above him as they dance between various colors. When he lifts the phone back up, he sounds unsure. ] I don't know what I want you to say, and that part terrifies me. Of course we have it wrong, look at the representation.
[ .. pfft. No, he isn't wrong at all. ]
You wouldn't be getting lost in your head over there, would you? I hear that's frowned upon here. [ He had to, he really did. Months of getting told to stop doing that have bubbled up to the surface, he can hardly be blamed for being a little cheeky. ] Ugh. That man could drink an Olympic-sized swimming pool full of these drinks and still be able to function, I'm convinced he is cheating somehow. Very well, I will, thank you.
[ The offer is touching and while he would rather play up the I'm fine card, he knows better. Whether he gives the green light or not, that door is going to open up at some point tonight and Saint Avaricious is going to make an unscheduled pitstop. ]
Probably? You know it is. I'd tell you not to worry about it, but I feel like I have no say in the matter and I'm sure I'll thank you for it in the morning. Thank you in advance just in case I'm not able to tell you later.
Tried. [Greed corrects, the snap of his tongue as quick as ever.] But you didn't. Anyway, there's no pointing in thinking about it. What's done is already done, Blue Eyes.
[Something pats out of earshot and while it is soft, there's no mistaking the ptt, ptt, ptt of paws as they tap against aluminum, causing an echo to beat inside the case like a drum. Greed presses his lips together. He blindly reaches one of his hands down to give Kamora a scritch.] Would you now? And out of the goodness of your heart, huh? [He flicks his eyes to the side, catching the cat's loathsome stare as she tries her very best to keep up her menacing appearance.]
[No one can resist his claws. Not even Kamora herself.]
Wouldn't say that. You've got a lot more years behind you than I do. [200 is nothing compared to 10,000 or more. The Sin guides his thumb around Kam's ear to press it softly between the pads of his fingers. When Michael continues, he slowly drops his hand away to hook two of his claws into the hem of his pants.]
You're asking me something I don't have an answer to. [He doesn't have to look to know. Kamora is already pinning him down with all three of her eyes.] You can't judge something that should have never - [The Sin shrugs his shoulders, letting the rest of the thought roll off his back. No, Michael is supposed to be out there, having fun, enjoying life. There's no need to go down that road if they don't have to.]
Now, that depends on what it was, doesn't it? [His smile splits, and another slop of ice tumbles from the rooftop.] There's always going to be a cost, Blue Eyes. As for whether it was worth it or not - [The forks of his tongue feel out the smooth parts of his teeth. However, it doesn't take him long to answer.] - yeah, it had been worth it.
[Giving up all that he was, giving up his own, long-standing rule. It had been worth it. Even if he meant he had to look a man in the eye with a wide smile and lie straight to his face.]
[The former homunculus curls his finger to press his nail into the leather of his pants.] Then I won't say anything. Like I said, it doesn't have to be something you don't want it to be. Keep it simple. [Keep it simple, he says, like it isn't already so, god damn complicated already.]
[When Michael calls him out, the Sin clicks his jaws together and the length of his tail buzzes behind him; its trill as gentle as a small, shaken bell.] Using my own words against me now, you little pissant? [Walking away from the ledge, Greed lets out a sharp whistle.] Well, he is a ghost, y'know. Might be he can handle it a lot differently than you. I can't get drunk myself, so it wouldn't be all that surprising if it's the same with him.
[Kamora at his heels, Greed heads towards fire escape.] You've always got a choice, Blues. Just depends on whether or not I actually give a shit. [Which he does, and he'd be lying if he said otherwise.] But don't mention it. Not like I've got anything else to do tomorrow morning, anyway.
[What he doesn't say is that there are plenty of other things he could be doing, and plenty of other people he could be doing them with. But he doesn't plan to.]
[No, after last call is done and the bar is closed, he's got only one destination in mind.]
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[ No, even when he was the most disappointed in humanity, he still would have reached his hand out to them whether they asked for his help or not. Does that make him a pushover? Maybe, but he can't change what he is. He will always be there in someone's greatest time of need and not because of some role given to him in life. He takes pride in what he does, and it gives him purpose. ]
I think you've already confessed enough to me, I'll let you keep some of your secrets out of the goodness of my heart. [ A gentle tease. ] If you told me everything in one sitting, what else would do for the rest of the night? My stories pale in comparison, I'm afraid, and you know more of them than most. [ Than anyone actually but that fact is obvious, Greed knows how much he appreciates his privacy. ]
Except neither one of us has a soul to bargain with, only a core with enough energy to power a network. When they are judged to be damned, they have the opportunity for redemption. What do we lose, Greed, if we're judged the same? [ He sounds so far away despite the proximity of his mouth to the receiver. He's given this thought. ] What you've wanted, would you have been willing to give up all that you are for it? Would the price be worth it?
[ There is always a price and very rarely is it ever a fair one across the board. He weighs the words he says to him carefully, letting the phone fall down to his side for a moment. His mouth feels dry all of the sudden, eyes scanning the lights above him as they dance between various colors. When he lifts the phone back up, he sounds unsure. ] I don't know what I want you to say, and that part terrifies me. Of course we have it wrong, look at the representation.
[ .. pfft. No, he isn't wrong at all. ]
You wouldn't be getting lost in your head over there, would you? I hear that's frowned upon here. [ He had to, he really did. Months of getting told to stop doing that have bubbled up to the surface, he can hardly be blamed for being a little cheeky. ] Ugh. That man could drink an Olympic-sized swimming pool full of these drinks and still be able to function, I'm convinced he is cheating somehow. Very well, I will, thank you.
[ The offer is touching and while he would rather play up the I'm fine card, he knows better. Whether he gives the green light or not, that door is going to open up at some point tonight and Saint Avaricious is going to make an unscheduled pitstop. ]
Probably? You know it is. I'd tell you not to worry about it, but I feel like I have no say in the matter and I'm sure I'll thank you for it in the morning. Thank you in advance just in case I'm not able to tell you later.
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[Something pats out of earshot and while it is soft, there's no mistaking the ptt, ptt, ptt of paws as they tap against aluminum, causing an echo to beat inside the case like a drum. Greed presses his lips together. He blindly reaches one of his hands down to give Kamora a scritch.] Would you now? And out of the goodness of your heart, huh? [He flicks his eyes to the side, catching the cat's loathsome stare as she tries her very best to keep up her menacing appearance.]
[No one can resist his claws. Not even Kamora herself.]
Wouldn't say that. You've got a lot more years behind you than I do. [200 is nothing compared to 10,000 or more. The Sin guides his thumb around Kam's ear to press it softly between the pads of his fingers. When Michael continues, he slowly drops his hand away to hook two of his claws into the hem of his pants.]
You're asking me something I don't have an answer to. [He doesn't have to look to know. Kamora is already pinning him down with all three of her eyes.] You can't judge something that should have never - [The Sin shrugs his shoulders, letting the rest of the thought roll off his back. No, Michael is supposed to be out there, having fun, enjoying life. There's no need to go down that road if they don't have to.]
Now, that depends on what it was, doesn't it? [His smile splits, and another slop of ice tumbles from the rooftop.] There's always going to be a cost, Blue Eyes. As for whether it was worth it or not - [The forks of his tongue feel out the smooth parts of his teeth. However, it doesn't take him long to answer.] - yeah, it had been worth it.
[Giving up all that he was, giving up his own, long-standing rule. It had been worth it. Even if he meant he had to look a man in the eye with a wide smile and lie straight to his face.]
[The former homunculus curls his finger to press his nail into the leather of his pants.] Then I won't say anything. Like I said, it doesn't have to be something you don't want it to be. Keep it simple. [Keep it simple, he says, like it isn't already so, god damn complicated already.]
[When Michael calls him out, the Sin clicks his jaws together and the length of his tail buzzes behind him; its trill as gentle as a small, shaken bell.] Using my own words against me now, you little pissant? [Walking away from the ledge, Greed lets out a sharp whistle.] Well, he is a ghost, y'know. Might be he can handle it a lot differently than you. I can't get drunk myself, so it wouldn't be all that surprising if it's the same with him.
[Kamora at his heels, Greed heads towards fire escape.] You've always got a choice, Blues. Just depends on whether or not I actually give a shit. [Which he does, and he'd be lying if he said otherwise.] But don't mention it. Not like I've got anything else to do tomorrow morning, anyway.
[What he doesn't say is that there are plenty of other things he could be doing, and plenty of other people he could be doing them with. But he doesn't plan to.]
[No, after last call is done and the bar is closed, he's got only one destination in mind.]