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[he's struggling, and trying to kick Greed off of him]

[If Ling's going to be a baby, he's going to harden his body.]

Why can't you accept my offer?!

Because this isn't you! You would never hurt one of your possessions! You wouldn't lie like that! Aren't you supposed to be the greediest of all!?

Fuck you. I gave it all up for you, and this's how you treat me.

[Death isn't permanent is the thought looping through his mind. If he needs to break Ling down by making an extreme change of plans, he'll do it. He'll break Ling until he agrees to his conditions.]

You want no more lies? Fine. You're the shittiest possession. You're not worth my time. I'll get one that appreciates my love.

[It hurts— much more than he cares to admit. It's obvious from his expression that the words caused damage, and it's taking him some moments before being able to say anything at all]

—We're friends! You don't mean that.

Were friends. You disgust me. Fucking weak bastard who wasted the life I gave him. Fuck you. I'm gonna be reborn in a new body with new toys to play with.

[To make it clear what he's saying, he de-shields his lower stomach, sinking his claws into the flesh.]

[he immediately tries to grab Greed's arm to pull it away]

Idiot! Don't hurt yourself!

[You best watch where you put your hands or they might end up in his tummy. Which is where his hand currently is. He's coughing and laughing, and eventually there's a sudden burst of blood spraying from his mouth onto Ling. The coughing isn't stopping him from laughing, though, and with each laugh more blood bubbles past his lips and oozes out. His stomach is . . . well, there's a whole other blood leakage issue going on there.

Enjoy your blood bath, Ling. Or at least let him enjoy it for you.]

[you know how to traumatize me, bro. His eyes widen in shock, and he's completely frozen still, unable to do anything but watch.

This isn't real. This can't be real.]

Greed—!

[Hold on, he's got this.]

I— I ha...te you. That's no l— lie!

[With his final declaration, he yanks out a fistful of gooey insides and proceeds to rub them all over Ling's face. With a final laugh and more blood vomiting, he collapses dead on the other.

When he comes back, Ling will be all his.]

[Greed's intention is to completely break Ling, and he succeeds. The horrific sight coupled with the words and the knowledge he was the primary cause of all this ensue that whatever little strength he had managed to gather back is now completely gone.

There's a scream, and then he holds the body close to himself, crying and repeating "I'm sorry" over and over. No wonder Greed hates him. Look what he did to him. Did he really think giving his body up and some sex would be enough for the other to forgive him? How pathetic.

He's weak. He's too weak, or he would have been able to fix Greed. He would have been able to protect him and save him. There's too many things he's guilty of, and there's nothing he can do to change that. What's with being the future Emperor— he can't even take care of what's precious to him. He's a failure.

For a long time, he stays like that, unmoving and doing little else but cry and apologize. It's only when he feels he's out of tears that he realizes— remembers that death isn't permanent here. If he revives Greed, he can do it all over from the start. He can beg for forgiveness and make sure to get it right this time. He'll do everything Greed wants him to and keep him happy at whatever price. It's his duty to make his people happy, after all.

With that resolve, he heads for the shrine room]

[However long later, he's suddenly revived and much saner. For real. Nothing is coming to him at the moment. Nothing but the intense urge to throw up, which he rolls to his side and does. With his stomach being mercifully empty, there's not much to vomit up. All it does is give him a headache.

He remains curled up. And he somehow got his clothes back. Let's not make this anymore awkward than it needs to be.]

[He had the decency of putting on pants, but that aside he is still entirely bloody. He's sitting not much farther than the other, and when he sees him awake, the first thing he does is bow down]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

[Sorry? Sorry for what? Why the hell is this kid acting like an idiot? They were talking about . . . It was about that jerk. He wanted to check in with Ling and see how he was dealing with it. He's tough, but he's stubborn and stupid at times.

How did this happen? Someone attacked him—

No. He attacked someone.

While someone was idly walking through the thicket, he attacked them and ripped them to pieces. Why? Why did he attack someone? What did that bastard do to provoke him? Ling was there and . . . No, no, Ling wasn't there. He showed up later. The first kill was out of hatred. Ling came after that. What did they talk about?]

Fuck!

[The wave of nausea rocks his body again. He didn't talk to Ling, he ate him. He flipped his shit and ate him reasoning that that was love. He lied. He said things that he can never take back. Worst of all, he revived Ling to do it all over again. This is unforgivable. He doesn't hate Ling. Why did he say those things? What the hell?

He huddles in a ball, shaking all over. This is the same way it feels to get close to his "family". The same intense pains. He took away his own precious possession. What's to say it won't happen again.]

G-Go away. Go away, kid!

[He's shakily bringing himself to his knees. He needs to get away from Ling.]

[He doesn't know what's going through Greed's mind, and all he hears is rejection. With the state of mind he's already in, that doesn't exactly do wonders.

Greed hates him. Of course he does— Ling already realized his partner has all reasons to hate him. But he's determined, and he's going to make sure to change that. He'll earn the other's forgiveness.

Though the words hurt just as much as they did earlier, he stands up and walks to the other, kneeling down next to him right after and taking his hands]

I'm sorry! I'll do everything you want me to. I'll let you use my body as much as you want, you can cut me up and eat me, I'll do anything. I won't resist— it's fine. I'm sorry for failing you.

[He remembers chewing and ripping the flesh with his teeth. Fondling his insides with the utmost care. Ripping out his heart and feasting it on it. Frying up a piece of himself like it was nothing.

Dry heaves wrack his body as Ling professes his desires like a broken record. His actions did more than just kill the prince, it broke him. He wants to speak on the fact he lied, that he's a monster and he's never hated Ling, but that's all interrupted by the constant gagging. The taste of Ling is never going to leave his mouth.]

[Greed is disgusted by him— that's the only reason he's throwing up and gagging like that. He doesn't want to be stuck with him, he doesn't believe his words.

It's fine, he thinks. He'll just have to prove it.

His sword isn't anywhere close to him right now, but it doesn't matter. He lets go of Greed's hands, and begins to claw at his wrist, trying to make it bleed. With the force he's applying it doesn't take long, and when he's finally done he smiles at the other weakly, offering the wound to him.]

Until you can forgive me.

[God, you are doing a good job of keeping him gagging. The rustling from Ling's direction had peeked his curiousty enough to check out what was happening. Being greeted with the sight of the other viciously clawing at his hand isn't what he expects. He's staring, wanting to slap the hell out of Ling.

His actions are failing, his words are falling, and more importantly he's failing to take care of his friend. Dying for his sake wasn't some act to look cool. It was imbued with the feelings he wanted to express but couldn't. Having the luxury of reviving never meant he took Ling's safety any less seriously. He really threw caution to the wind here.

He still stares, but the gagging has slowed down.]

[Greed taking no action means he has no intention of taking his offering. If even his blood isn't enough, what is he supposed to do? Suddenly he feels himself lost, facing the possibility the other might just never want him again. He'd said it before he'd find a better possession— a better friend, someone who could actually protect him. Someone who wasn't a failure as he is.

Tears start running down his face, and he covers it with a hand— blood running down from his wrist. He laughs-- a eerie, not at all sane sort of laugh]

Why...? Why can't I do anything right?

[Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he swallows a lump in his throat. It's important to speak up.]

I lied. About everything. I lied.

[Unable to steady his hand, he grabs Ling's wrist and yanks it away from his face. It's going to be tough leaving when the other's sanity is barely there. A few days is all he's asking, and then they can talk. A few days to calm this pain that's making it unbearable to be around Ling. Clearly, that had been wishful thinking on his part.]

I don't hate you.

[Few words are better than none. He'll gage the other's reaction first, continuing only if necessary.]

[He doesn't believe that. Greed is lying right now— he doesn't know why, but he is. Maybe it's to see his reaction, or maybe it's to confuse and then hurt him again. Why does he think it's necessary to lie? He accepted it at this point. Still, he looks at Greed]

Liar.

[he doesn't say anything else]

[Right through the heart. That stings an awful lot, and he tightens his hold in Ling's wrist. Liar is a compliment, really. He deserves to be called far worse for his atrocious crimes.

Battling his body for control over the shaking, his voice is breathy and not all that strong.]

What do I say? To convince you? I'm disgusting . . . Disgusting. Nngh—

[There's an intense pain coming over him. He bows forward, resting his head against Ling's chest to wait out the pain.]

[he moves a hand on top of the other's head, stroking it as gently as he can]

You don't have to lie. It's fine if you hate me. It's my fault— it's my fault isn't it? That's why it's fine if you want to eat me. You can take everything from me.

[The pain, his emotional state and the emotional turmoil of Ling prove too much to handle at once. Breaking down isn't his style, but what else is he supposed to do? Look at all the things he's ruined in one day.

Hey gods, you should have left him dead to begin with. It's cruel giving his Ling back and then having this be the outcome.]

I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Greed! Just don't leave me. Please... let me be your possession.

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