[ It's through the Murmur that he reaches out to lightly poke the Sin's forehead. ]
Don't ask me to hurt you then threaten me with a good time.
[ His smile returns just as friendly and pleasant as always. He retracts the feeling of him reaching out to literally poke the bear, as it were. ]
I'm one of yours and working with you under my own volition, of course. [ A soft laugh follows after. ] If you vanish from this place, if you die, I am certain there are those that will mourn that passing but I'm afraid... I will forget all about you because your memory isn't worth holding onto after you're gone.
[ However, that is how he feels about anyone. Even someone he attempted to save the life of. He doesn't dislike anyone. ]
You're just a life of one sin who burning ever so brightly yet obviously crying out for something he doesn't have the courage to name.
[ Again, his hand lifts as he lightly chuckles. ] I don't know what that might be, but I do think it's painful to watch.
[ However, it isn't just Greed. ] Everyone's running from something, I suppose... but you should try to make it a little less obvious how much you're sprinting. [ And he interlaces his fingers and smiles. ]
I suppose I'll keep asking until you decide to turn around and face me.
[Greed stops short, causing the phantom ends of his coat to trail along his ankles. It's funny. He actually doesn't care that much about all that. About whether or not they'll remember him, or think of him fondly (or scornfully, should the case may be) when all is said and done. That's one thing he's learned about humanity. Grief can take years or hours, but eventually, they do have to move on. Their days are short, after all. And carrying the burden indefinitely?]
[It isn't impossible, but it's highly, highly unlikely.]
[The former homunculus bows his chin before his head snaps back again, and the laugh that comes billowing out of him is so loud, it rattles itself into the building's very walls.] GAHAHAHA - ! Oh, Suits, if you're looking for something sentimental, I'm sorry, but you've got me all wrong. What? You think I give a shit about all that? [Again, his smile breaks his face, forcing a triple threat to mask over it: one, Ling Yao's. The second, himself. And the third, something built from cold and carbon, warping his teeth into tusks and his eyes into hollow, burning sockets.]
[He's heard every line in the book: monster, foul usurper, demon. Homunculus. Even at the end of days, most of the people he'd fought with didn't bother learning his name. Easier, maybe, to distance themselves from the creature that went against all that was true and natural.]
[He didn't take offense then, and he doesn't, now. It's just the same tune, playing back its spitting melody.]
[Greed plays tricks with his cigarette, making it flip between his knuckles in a shoo of twinkling ash.] Then stop watching, simple as that. [He says and as he steps forward, it's Ling he leaves behind. No longer smiling and biting with fangs that could (and would) tear men to shreds, but with a frown strung about his face and a hole in his chest, sealed shut by an angry, blistering scar.]
[The former homunculus brings the cigarette to his mouth, sucking it down, down, down.] And how would you have me face you? Don't think you're really asking for me to take you on. [Not that he would, anyway. Damaging his went against every part of his core.] Y'know, for a bureaucrat, you really got some mouth on you, Yuuto. [He pushes himself further into the Murmur; that grin of his seeming to edge through like something foul, hiding behind a curtain of soot.]
So, why don't you go ahead and get to the point. You could have left anytime. Told you before, I'm fine. [Which, by all accounts, he is. Heat and aches aside, the transmutations hadn't killed him.] Or do you just like hearing yourself talk?
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Don't ask me to hurt you then threaten me with a good time.
[ His smile returns just as friendly and pleasant as always. He retracts the feeling of him reaching out to literally poke the bear, as it were. ]
I'm one of yours and working with you under my own volition, of course. [ A soft laugh follows after. ] If you vanish from this place, if you die, I am certain there are those that will mourn that passing but I'm afraid... I will forget all about you because your memory isn't worth holding onto after you're gone.
[ However, that is how he feels about anyone. Even someone he attempted to save the life of. He doesn't dislike anyone. ]
You're just a life of one sin who burning ever so brightly yet obviously crying out for something he doesn't have the courage to name.
[ Again, his hand lifts as he lightly chuckles. ] I don't know what that might be, but I do think it's painful to watch.
[ However, it isn't just Greed. ] Everyone's running from something, I suppose... but you should try to make it a little less obvious how much you're sprinting. [ And he interlaces his fingers and smiles. ]
I suppose I'll keep asking until you decide to turn around and face me.
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[It isn't impossible, but it's highly, highly unlikely.]
[The former homunculus bows his chin before his head snaps back again, and the laugh that comes billowing out of him is so loud, it rattles itself into the building's very walls.] GAHAHAHA - ! Oh, Suits, if you're looking for something sentimental, I'm sorry, but you've got me all wrong. What? You think I give a shit about all that? [Again, his smile breaks his face, forcing a triple threat to mask over it: one, Ling Yao's. The second, himself. And the third, something built from cold and carbon, warping his teeth into tusks and his eyes into hollow, burning sockets.]
[He's heard every line in the book: monster, foul usurper, demon. Homunculus. Even at the end of days, most of the people he'd fought with didn't bother learning his name. Easier, maybe, to distance themselves from the creature that went against all that was true and natural.]
[He didn't take offense then, and he doesn't, now. It's just the same tune, playing back its spitting melody.]
[Greed plays tricks with his cigarette, making it flip between his knuckles in a shoo of twinkling ash.] Then stop watching, simple as that. [He says and as he steps forward, it's Ling he leaves behind. No longer smiling and biting with fangs that could (and would) tear men to shreds, but with a frown strung about his face and a hole in his chest, sealed shut by an angry, blistering scar.]
[The former homunculus brings the cigarette to his mouth, sucking it down, down, down.] And how would you have me face you? Don't think you're really asking for me to take you on. [Not that he would, anyway. Damaging his went against every part of his core.] Y'know, for a bureaucrat, you really got some mouth on you, Yuuto. [He pushes himself further into the Murmur; that grin of his seeming to edge through like something foul, hiding behind a curtain of soot.]
So, why don't you go ahead and get to the point. You could have left anytime. Told you before, I'm fine. [Which, by all accounts, he is. Heat and aches aside, the transmutations hadn't killed him.] Or do you just like hearing yourself talk?