[ Greed's right—he won't need to ask twice. Sharon has already made up her mind, and it's not one she's about to revisit. ]
Cheerios. Breakfast cereal. Hard to have a good day when someone pisses in 'em. [ The explanation comes quick, almost casual, despite everything hanging beneath it. She just wants to get under Sleep's skin, to be a problem. Even if it doesn't land exactly how Greed hopes, even if it's smaller, more contained, something is still better than nothing.
A circle within a circle. A triangle nested inside another. Sharon knows ritual work when she sees it. There's meaning there, layered, even if she doesn't fully understand it, but as the shape of it settles in his thoughts, more starts to click. It isn't so different from what the Order used to carve out—circles, triangles, runes, words in languages she never learned but still remembers.
If it were anyone else, she'd hesitate. ]
Tell me what you need from me, and you've got it, Greed. [ There's no pause, no second-guessing. She'll do whatever it takes, and if nothing else, it'll give her something to fill the empty space of her days. ] I know you're ready for whatever she throws back at you, which is good, but... [ Her voice tightens just a little. ] You should know you're putting your Tethers at risk. Last time someone really pushed her, she cut every single one.
[ It rings clear in the connection: this isn't meant to be a deterrent. ]
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Cheerios. Breakfast cereal. Hard to have a good day when someone pisses in 'em. [ The explanation comes quick, almost casual, despite everything hanging beneath it. She just wants to get under Sleep's skin, to be a problem. Even if it doesn't land exactly how Greed hopes, even if it's smaller, more contained, something is still better than nothing.
A circle within a circle. A triangle nested inside another. Sharon knows ritual work when she sees it. There's meaning there, layered, even if she doesn't fully understand it, but as the shape of it settles in his thoughts, more starts to click. It isn't so different from what the Order used to carve out—circles, triangles, runes, words in languages she never learned but still remembers.
If it were anyone else, she'd hesitate. ]
Tell me what you need from me, and you've got it, Greed. [ There's no pause, no second-guessing. She'll do whatever it takes, and if nothing else, it'll give her something to fill the empty space of her days. ] I know you're ready for whatever she throws back at you, which is good, but... [ Her voice tightens just a little. ] You should know you're putting your Tethers at risk. Last time someone really pushed her, she cut every single one.
[ It rings clear in the connection: this isn't meant to be a deterrent. ]