A long, long time ago, there were only three of us: Envy, myself, and Gluttony.
[It's a strange thing to admit. Whatever order the homunculi were born in the other world, Greed has a feeling it's different than the order he's familiar with.]
I worked with them for a time-- for a long time, actually. Even after our numbers started filling in, I did what I was told because I knew nothing else.
[He cracks his knuckles slowly, deliberately. It's not an easy thing to admit, especially because he's leaving details out, but those details hardly matter at the moment.]
...but I did rebel eventually. And she didn't take kindly to it.
[At the question about creating homunculi, Greed pauses, leaning back against the booth. His expression is surprisingly bitter.]
You'd be surprised how many people have done it, creating a homunculus. Pride and I were created by her-- but you'd know him by another name. Everyone else was created by a different alchemist.
[The woman appearing cuts him off quickly. Greed matches his counterpart's frown faintly. This is such a pain. With how little happens in this place on most days, the strangeness of these weekends is something of a relief to him, but there's always the locals still trying to work. Sometimes they don't even notice everything going screwy.
He gestures with one hand, reaching for the glass with the other as soon as she's left again.]
"You were born of human sin," she told me when I questioned my name. Funny, when she was the bitch who made me in the first place. There have been more than seven of us; there was a Lust before the one who lives now. She just reuses the names.
[And that... the final question makes him laugh.]
I've always looked out for myself first, but you'd be surprised how easy it is to ignore your own instincts.
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[It's a strange thing to admit. Whatever order the homunculi were born in the other world, Greed has a feeling it's different than the order he's familiar with.]
I worked with them for a time-- for a long time, actually. Even after our numbers started filling in, I did what I was told because I knew nothing else.
[He cracks his knuckles slowly, deliberately. It's not an easy thing to admit, especially because he's leaving details out, but those details hardly matter at the moment.]
...but I did rebel eventually. And she didn't take kindly to it.
[At the question about creating homunculi, Greed pauses, leaning back against the booth. His expression is surprisingly bitter.]
You'd be surprised how many people have done it, creating a homunculus. Pride and I were created by her-- but you'd know him by another name. Everyone else was created by a different alchemist.
[The woman appearing cuts him off quickly. Greed matches his counterpart's frown faintly. This is such a pain. With how little happens in this place on most days, the strangeness of these weekends is something of a relief to him, but there's always the locals still trying to work. Sometimes they don't even notice everything going screwy.
He gestures with one hand, reaching for the glass with the other as soon as she's left again.]
"You were born of human sin," she told me when I questioned my name. Funny, when she was the bitch who made me in the first place. There have been more than seven of us; there was a Lust before the one who lives now. She just reuses the names.
[And that... the final question makes him laugh.]
I've always looked out for myself first, but you'd be surprised how easy it is to ignore your own instincts.