[Through all his burn, through all his promise of starting a fire, there is something else. A tick as distant and flighty as a coin, skipping down the pavement.]

[It seems Silco had made good on his end. And ah, is it just one more thing he'll have to thank the man for someday.]

[Greed flattens his hand over his knee, pushing himself upright.] It's something from where I come from. A little bit of counter alchemy and what the ones from the East call alkahestry. [His mind wanders, then. To his fingers, sticky with something. The Sin rubs his thumb and as whatever it is slowly begins to fleck away, the corner of his mouth pulls to the side; his slice of teeth like a short knife, wet clean.] Depending on how it's done, you can purify and heal some of the damage left behind. It won't reverse the mess she's already made, but it just might put a damper on the next, stupid fucking idea she gets in her head.

But - [The former homunculus hums. He shakes his wrist, and the sensation from his side is a drip. A drip, a smear, painting itself on the pavement.] I need Tokens to do it. I can teach them some of the basics, see what works and what doesn't. Homunculi can't do alchemy, Shar. And even in this new body, that hasn't changed.