Most don't - it's not like we have much choice in the matter, do we.
[And he doesn't like the idea; the idea of being held back, of living without choice. Because if there's one thing he's stolen, it's that. The ability to pick the direction of his would-be path, the right to follow that too-rotten core of his and in the end, all that he ever wanted was - ]
[Greed turns his attention back to the feed. To the down-ridden look that quickly replaces ill tempers. Narrow eyes to sag, defeat already hanging in the balance and he unfurls his fingers. One by one, elongated and lengthy.]
Oi, oi, oi - kids like you shouldn't give up so easily. That's not what I was implying. [No - what he was implying was far more. Firecrackers to the proverbial cake walk and he's always had a flair for the dramatics. Though, he usually played under the table, out of watchful eyes. Proverbial king of the underworld and he wore the title with a sense of pride.]
[Still, it's troublesome. Words turning to action and as he moves from one hallway to the next, there's that faint glow. The shifting voids letting in their own colors. Washed out as they flutter past, like artificial flame to the canvas - sickening, blue electric.]
Remember what I said before: [A bit of a grin, slicing up one side of his jaw and Greed tips his head just so. Bone to the dog underwater, to drag him back from the depths.]
- there's no such thing as no such thing. And there's always a possibility, hmn?
...That's true. You won't know for sure 'til you try.
[ how long has he been saying that himself, anyway, to start losing sight of it? maybe one too many failures are starting to weight from back home. he's not sure, but the point is, greed's right and he can't anything stop him but the fact of it end up being truly and absolutely impossible.
so, it's a good enough bone, certainly, to tug this dog away from a place it can't swim out from on its own. ]
[Lips screw together with a smarmy sort of flavor and his eyebrows dip to match. Smug and confident, though there's something else: as if Sin incarnate can understand the play and Greed tosses his elbows back. Lays them on the flat surface of an elevated desk.]
Seems to me you've got a choice, then. What do you plan to do with it?
[He hooks his ankles outside of the feed, but they bounce with a resounding thud and the Sin's skull lulls back. Allowing a look at those eyes through the dips of his shades and he waits. A drum of one finger follows the other.]
Y'know, you could always just ask. But I think you're smart enough to know that I don't do anything for free.
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[And he doesn't like the idea; the idea of being held back, of living without choice. Because if there's one thing he's stolen, it's that. The ability to pick the direction of his would-be path, the right to follow that too-rotten core of his and in the end, all that he ever wanted was - ]
[Greed turns his attention back to the feed. To the down-ridden look that quickly replaces ill tempers. Narrow eyes to sag, defeat already hanging in the balance and he unfurls his fingers. One by one, elongated and lengthy.]
Oi, oi, oi - kids like you shouldn't give up so easily. That's not what I was implying. [No - what he was implying was far more. Firecrackers to the proverbial cake walk and he's always had a flair for the dramatics. Though, he usually played under the table, out of watchful eyes. Proverbial king of the underworld and he wore the title with a sense of pride.]
[Still, it's troublesome. Words turning to action and as he moves from one hallway to the next, there's that faint glow. The shifting voids letting in their own colors. Washed out as they flutter past, like artificial flame to the canvas - sickening, blue electric.]
Remember what I said before: [A bit of a grin, slicing up one side of his jaw and Greed tips his head just so. Bone to the dog underwater, to drag him back from the depths.]
- there's no such thing as no such thing. And there's always a possibility, hmn?
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[ how long has he been saying that himself, anyway, to start losing sight of it? maybe one too many failures are starting to weight from back home. he's not sure, but the point is, greed's right and he can't anything stop him but the fact of it end up being truly and absolutely impossible.
so, it's a good enough bone, certainly, to tug this dog away from a place it can't swim out from on its own. ]
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Seems to me you've got a choice, then. What do you plan to do with it?
[He hooks his ankles outside of the feed, but they bounce with a resounding thud and the Sin's skull lulls back. Allowing a look at those eyes through the dips of his shades and he waits. A drum of one finger follows the other.]
Y'know, you could always just ask. But I think you're smart enough to know that I don't do anything for free.