[And that, that makes Greed smile.] That so...? [He's not surprised at all. And Emperor, too. Well, that much makes sense. If he's going to be sharing a body with someone, it would have to be with someone as ambitious as him. This Greed doesn't want to share with anyone, though. His body, his soul, and he does have a soul, no matter how much the master of the homunculi tried to beat that thought out of him.

He stretches out lazily with catlike grace as he pours the other his drink.]

No, we're not, are we? We're not the same. I'm sure more differences will crop up eventually.

[Neither can fully comprehend the other, but that's okay, as far as he's concerned. They don't need to, because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. There's too little time.]

The imperfect stones work as a backup. Probably not as efficient as the real thing, but then, I wouldn't know. The stones though, ah you'd enjoy them. Nothing else in the world tastes quite like them.

[His tone is nostalgic despite the unsavory implication.

Maybe he'd be able to taste them again, on a weekend such as this. But they're not the sort of thing one finds laying around. This place is far too kind for them, even at its most violent.

He takes a seat at the bar, leaning forward carefully, arms folded across each other as he leans forward.]

In the mood for whiskey now, myself. I've got a bottle of the good stuff.