[And he doesn't have to say much more. Whatever's happened between his other self and his own kin, that's him. Family isn't something Greed entirely understands, his own relationship with the rest rocky at best. So he merely lets the idea slide, his body forming to a comfortable slouch as he finishes off the steps. The ice underfoot cracks; splintering off in jagged fingers that run in jolted directions.]

Lead the way.

[The Sin holds off to let the other take the lead. This isn't his world or his turf; a stepping stone for the time being, though it doesn't seem like it will last. A brief period before it's back to oblivion.]

[Not that the other needs to know that.]

[The chill air swipes at his skin, the cold earth licks at his boots. The dryness isn't hard to feel, but anything else is moot at best. Greed cants his head upward for a moment before his shoulders lift the fur-line of his collar. Making white feather out in a brilliant display - akin to a bird showing off its worth.]

[Worth - Greed's smile tightens, his brow dips. Even if the time doesn't last, it's enough.] Been here long, then? You mentioned you've seen this before - guess I'm not the first one of me you've met. That right?