I don't know. I believe I could hurt you quite easily.

[ Interlacing his fingers, he believes this very much to be true. While he can't do anything about the physical state of Greed; he is certain he could peel away his smile. ]

But I'm not that mean.

[ A dismissive reply, even though he is attempting to kill him with a million tiny, little cuts. ]

However, as you are asking me, I believe it's something too painful to name or even talk to anyone about, which means it will one day choke you.

[ His head lifts to meet his "gaze" through the Murmur. His smile just as placid as ever, just as empty, just as friendly in its emptiness. Still, there is something sympathetic in how he talks to him. ]

I'll call it an old memory, then.

[ A beat. ] How long do you intend to be mired in your old memory?