[The Sin is oddly quiet while he watches Caelus think it over. How his eyes seem to breathe (purple, red, then back again). How that smile of his stays curled on his face as if it's been chiseled out of hard, cold carbon. No, he doesn't expect it to be that easy. Sleep had her claws in every inch of the place. In every crack, every corner, every heartbeat like an infestation, glued and stuck. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have the same doubts.]

[But what is it? What's his phrase again?]

["Nothing's impossible."]

[Greed's tail loops behind him, twitching as jaggedly as an impatient cat.] Maybe you are, maybe you aren't. Doesn't hurt to try, hmn? [He taps the counter with his claw as if to add to his point.] We won't know unless we give it a shot. Worst case, it ends up being nothing. But if it does work, well - it would be worth it, don't you think?

["What exactly would you have me do?" he asks, and the former homunculus sluggishly slithers away from the counter; the pull of his torso, a snail's waiting pace.] That part's simple. It'll be easier to use the Murmur to do it, and I'll show you something easy first. As for the rest? [Greed turns his wrist to splay his fingers out in a wide, spiraling fan.] You can leave that to me.

[Because he knows the laws, he knows the rules. And payment for something like this?]

[Oh, will it be personal.]