"Because you're born of human sin" she told me, once. When I asked about my name. It's funny, because I was born of her own sin.

[He wishes he could remember more. Bits and pieces of memories out of context aren't really enough. They'll never be enough.]

That's a good question, isn't it? I don't know.

I'm Greed. I should be perfectly fine with what I am. But then there are days when I go by feeling that something is missing. Even now, when I'm human, that hasn't gone away.