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[nevergonnatellalie]

[He pushes past Ling, hand no longer at his side. There's no more stumbling, either. Talk about inconsistent wounds!

After examining his handy work, he turns to take in the other's reaction. It's less than how he imagined it, but well, maybe he needs a minute to really appreciate it.]

He didn't see it coming. I told him not to piss me off.

[ . . . And for being "attacked", it sure sounds like maybe someone was planning this in advance.]

[thankyouverymooch]

[he notices, and the words themselves sure are suspicious. There's a long moment of silence, and he turns his attention from the scene before him to Greed]

Didn't see it coming? I thought he attacked you. You're not even wounded.

What's gotten into you, Greed!? This is a new low.

[nevergonnatellalie]

[He reaches to cover his side, but comes to the conclusion it's too late to save face.]

I . . .

[There's a genuine look of anguish. His posture droops down, and he covers his face with his hand. When he grabs for Ling's hand, it's a desperate grab. He's shaking even while trying his best to stop it.

His hand slips from his face. The look of pain that was concealed returns as a sneer.]

I lied.

[thankyouverymooch]

[he instinctively moves his hand away. This isn't Greed. This is nothing like the Greed he knows.

Taking a step back, he glares at the other]

This is beyond disgusting.

[nevergonnatellalie]

[Not impressed with either the hand withdrawing or the comment.]

Don't treat me like that. This was for you!

[thankyouverymooch]

Don't joke around! You just lied to me, Greed.

Killing someone for no reason... that isn't like you!

[nevergonnatellalie]

No reason? That jerk hurt you, and I couldn't do a damn thing! I couldn't take care of you, I . . . I fucked up. Everyone else's dead! You're all I have left. You're mine. He was planning to take you from me! I'm sorry.

[Sinking to the ground almost in a way that looks like he's bowing.]

I'm sorry.

[thankyouverymooch]

[Seeing Greed like this is honestly hearbreaking, and for a good moment, he isn't sure how to react to this. The fact he did this in an attempt to protect him makes it all worse. He can't honestly say that Gilgamesh had hurt him— he was consenting at the time, after all.]

Greed...

[his tone of voice is much gentler than before, and he moves closer to the other, kneeling down in front of him and reaching for his face with both of his hands]

Idiot... Idiot!

[nevergonnatellalie]

[Oh, but the drugs made everything against his will, and he knows who was at the bottom of that. That bastard. Smiling and taking what's rightfully his. This all happened because he made Gilgamesh mad. Gilgamesh wants him to suffer.

Ling is very nice. Too nice. He understands now. That's all that matters. Being this close is very nice. He tilts his head to rest it against Ling's hand.]

I'm sorry.

[thankyouverymooch]

[With Greed apologizing like that, he can't bring himself to yell at him and tell him to get his act together and fix his mistake. This is weird. It's not like when he killed Bido, it's an entirely different situation and there's too much behind this. What is he supposed to do? He honestly has no idea]

I know. I know— just... don't lie to me.

[Greed may have acted out of the urge to protect him, but he still killed someone for no reason. It's not something he can approve of, no matter how grey both of their morals are.]

We can't leave him like this.

[nevergonnatellalie]

[The act of showing Ling what he'd done took so much priority, he neglected to consider how messy clean up was going to be.]

I almost miss Gluttony.

[He knows he needs to fix this, but the appeal of being cared for by Ling is far more wonderful. This whole thing could have been avoided if he and Ling still shared the same body.]

I'll clean it up. Later. I like it here.

[thankyouverymooch]

Clean it up...?

We're reviving him, Greed.

[nevergonnatellalie]

[Oh, he's glaring at you.]

Why?

[thankyouverymooch]

Because he was killed unfairly.

[nevergonnatellalie]

What he did was unfair! You're mine, not his! Or's that what you want?

[Slapping Ling's hands from his face, he sits up.]

You liked what he did? That's how it's gonna be, huh? Giving yourself to anyone who wants it?

[thankyouverymooch]

Don't talk like that...! This isn't about what happened between me and Gilgamesh.

[nevergonnatellalie]

Yeah, it is! That night you were all over him. You left me for him. Where's the consideration for how I was feeling?

[thankyouverymooch]

[that honestly makes him feel guilty, and he looks away]

That's— that's not it.

I didn't even think you'd really want me.

[nevergonnatellalie]

[keep on feeling guilty, you jerk.]

I want you more than anything! You're my prized possession.

[thankyouverymooch]

[there's a moment of silence here]

I'm sorry. But it was my mistake just as much as Gilgamesh's, I can't let things stay this way.

[nevergonnatellalie]

[But . . . It isn't his fault in the slightest. Why is he protecting this monster? Why can't he see the truth? Given how overrun this place is with nature, it could take months until someone discovers that asshole is missing, right? Right?

Gahaha, look at that. Something of yours is getting away. What a failure. Having a shitty owner must suck. Why else would his eye be wandering for?

Do you need body parts to revive someone? It'll be messy, but he can get rid of it all. He'll bury them where people will never look.]

No. You're not getting him back. You're mine. I died to save your ass. That mean nothing to you? The hell did I even come back for?

[Ah, wait . . . bribing will work, won't it? Of course. Of course. If he can't get what he wants, he'll hurt him over and over again.]

How about I die again? What'll you do without me? Find some other dick? Would you like me dying again? You bring him back, I'll kill myself. In front of you. If you revive me, I'll keep killing myself. They'd get the message and leave me dead. Bet you'd cry. Don't believe me?

[With a hardened hand, he grabs his own throat.]

I'll do it.

[thankyouverymooch]

[If Greed was looking for an emotional response, he got it. There's utter terror in Ling's eyes, and he feels his heart skip a beat]

—NO!

[he's still, completely frozen in place and unable to move. There's nothing more terrifying than the idea that if he says or does something wrong, he's going to have to see him die again. He's had enough of people he loves dying in front of him]

Wait— wait, Greed!

[nevergonnatellalie]

I'm waiting.

[The hand loosens, though remains in place. Those bursts of emotion give him so many happy feelings. And it's fun to have this sway over the prince. Why, there's no limit to the things he can get if he threatens to kill himself.]

[thankyouverymooch]

[All of a sudden, he's feeling sick. His head is spinning and he can hear his own heart pumping in his ears. It's like all the emotions he's been trying so hard to overcome are assaulting him again, all at once. When he finally talks, his voice is trembling]

Don't. Don't! What's gotten into you? This isn't you. This isn't you at all.

[nevergonnatellalie]

Funny thing. Sharing you doesn't just piss me off. It makes me crazy. Crazier than sharing all my possessions. I like 'em, but I love you.

[Morphing back to its original state, the hand threatening his life caresses Ling's cheek. Predatory feelings that where nothing but a whisper grew louder in the days following that night. They screeched at him, calling him an idiot for abandoning that body in the first place. Ling is going to move on without him. Had they perished together, they might have returned as one.

He presses his face to Ling's, wanting to fix his trembling. He'll fix it, and break it, and fix it, and break it countless times to achieve total control.]

I miss in here. Lemme back in.