[ Greed had thought about the danger to the people close to him, but the tether side of it hadn't crossed his mind. Sharon can't fault him for that; it's not exactly obvious.

The shout cuts through their connection, something desperate lacing the voice, and then Greed insists he'll be fine, as if he's experienced a pain like the snap of a tether before. Sharon bristles at that, eyes rolling despite herself. Kalmiya hadn't been fine. She doesn't think Greed will be either, not if it comes to that. ] Pain, Greed. It's like having a piece of yourself cut out. [ Her voice steadies, firm despite it all. ] We'll be fine. You will too. It'll just suck.

[ They'll deal with it. She doubts he's tethered himself to anyone who can't handle the fallout, and she'll be there to help put things back together, same as she always is for those who matter most to her. ]

I'm an Illusionist, Greed. I make people believe what I want them to. I can slip into someone's mind, flip the right switches. Make them see what I want, feel what I want. [ A beat, soft at first, and then it grows sharper. A blade between her teeth. ] I can hurt them without ever laying a hand on them. Hide them from the world.

[ Pull a veil over anyone's eyes. ]