[Whatever comment he has on that, though, doesn't come through. Not with words, at least. However, the Murmur does tug from his end; a warning, as if his claws have wrapped themselves finger over finger around the front of Yuuto's suit, yanking it with little to no kindness; their silence, speaking where he won't:]
["Careful, careful. You might just end up regretting what you're asking for yourself."]
[Greed crosses his legs and again, the familiar form of Ling settles over him. Not as young as the kid was then, but somewhere in the middle. An illusion of 30 or so, yet timeless all same.] Mn. The name is Greed, Yu. I won't abandon what's mine so easily. That's all there is to it. [Mindlessly, he thumbs the butt of his cigarette, letting its stray ash pepper through the floorboards.] And no, it doesn't. It's as fair a deal as any. You all, here, working for me. You've made good on your end, and me, mine. That's just how it is, nothing more.
[The Sin runs his hand through his hair (short to his fingers, long to his touch), and he places the cigarette back on his lip; its burn making a shadow of his face to hold both him and Ling as one.] Between me and Sil, we've got it taken care of. Even if she does bite back, you don't actually believe we wouldn't have additional firepower, do you? [He chases Yuuto through the Murmur. With eyes bright, burning, and as scorched as a two-pronged fork, dipped in the mouth of a vat.]
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["Careful, careful. You might just end up regretting what you're asking for yourself."]
[Greed crosses his legs and again, the familiar form of Ling settles over him. Not as young as the kid was then, but somewhere in the middle. An illusion of 30 or so, yet timeless all same.] Mn. The name is Greed, Yu. I won't abandon what's mine so easily. That's all there is to it. [Mindlessly, he thumbs the butt of his cigarette, letting its stray ash pepper through the floorboards.] And no, it doesn't. It's as fair a deal as any. You all, here, working for me. You've made good on your end, and me, mine. That's just how it is, nothing more.
[The Sin runs his hand through his hair (short to his fingers, long to his touch), and he places the cigarette back on his lip; its burn making a shadow of his face to hold both him and Ling as one.] Between me and Sil, we've got it taken care of. Even if she does bite back, you don't actually believe we wouldn't have additional firepower, do you? [He chases Yuuto through the Murmur. With eyes bright, burning, and as scorched as a two-pronged fork, dipped in the mouth of a vat.]
Oh - ? And what would I regret, exactly?