a_sin_for_him | 001

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001 | Voice

[Nothing makes any sense whatsoever. Lust feels like she's in a radio drama only she doesn't have the script and everyone's speaking a different language. She understands, but understanding doesn't help her make sense of it any. How she got here or why. And the spherical blue abomination she's found herself with looks more like something that should be on a little girl's toy chest, not following her. It isn't as though he's difficult to take care of, or even an annoyance, she only questions the judgement of placing any living thing in her care.

She's thankful at least, for the fact that she's finally escaped her master's reach. Strange as this place is, she's no longer a tool for some miserable husk of a woman who should have been long dead. And she's thankful also for the information device, even without much context for the information it holds. And the fact that it can apparently be used as a communication device. Most comfortable with telephones, she initiates the voice function.]

Much as I hate to simply call out to the void, I'm afraid it's likely my most fruitful option.

Do I understand that I'm expected to work?

[She's never held down any sort of job in her life. How did one even get a job?]

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It's a strange sort of freedom.

I...suppose I owe you an apology. It was nothing personal.

[Making amends isn't Lust's strong suit.]

You were doing what had to be done for your own continued survival.

[It doesn't bring back Law and Dorochet but it doesn't matter. He can't really be angry at Lust.]

This is a personal question but what made you defect?

[As far as Lust is concerned, that's that on that subject.]

She wasn't going to give me what I wanted.

The opposite, in fact.

She never was.

I don't know if she could even if she wanted to.

I believe she could have, with the Stone. But she wouldn't have.

[And beyond that, she had sentenced Scar to death. Not only witholding but taking what Lust yearned for so desperately.]

Because we were really just tools to her. Soldiers confused and desperate enough to do whatever she wanted.

Using our shreds of humanity against us-- it makes me wonder what kind of person Hohenheim was, but I never spoke to him.

I saw him, once, when he came to confront her.

Before she called The Gate and fed him to it.

[The memory still haunts her, relatively fresh in her mind.]

That's--

[Horrifying. Absolutely horrifying.]

[And Lust hasn't even shared all the horrific details.]

That was the last time I saw her. I never went back.

But how did she summon The Gate?

She'd found her new body, a desert girl she kept drugged and addled. Who happened to have a small infant.

She used the baby.

But that's... that... that's not... that can't...

[That's the sound of Greed's entire world view shattering.]

A baby. She... she used a baby.

[He might be a monster person who has no problem killing people, but even he has lines he will not cross.]

She found a way.

She did. The child survived the experience, thankfully. That time, at least.

[Lust understands. She feels little guilt over most of the people she's killed, but the depths that Dante had sunk to...]

She's mad. There's nothing left of rational sense in her.

Damn her. Harming a baby...

[It makes him loathe himself for loving her. For knowing that he had willingly gone back to that. That maybe he would have ended up right there when it happened.]

I don't think there was a time when she was ever sane.

They spoke, before. The things she said were insane. And the way she said them. Madness is a descent.

He was very reasonable. He tried to dissuade her, kindly. She used his dead wife against him.

[She's never spoken of this particular incident, and she isn't sure why she is now. Perhaps because Greed understands. He saw these things long before she had.]

...so Sloth is the mother of the Elrics. I wondered.

[And of course Sloth had been grabbed by Dante, ensuring that she would do Dante's bidding over the safety of her family.]

I... she was more reasonable, once. In a manner of speaking.

One hundred thirty years without her most loyal pet by her side any longer. Must have been rough. [And that is said in a bitter, sarcastic growl.]

Yes. Edward and I were trying to take her out when things went sour.

[Because Greed hasn't heard enough awful things already in this single conversation.]

I assumed she was. She couldn't have survived undetected for so long if she'd always been like that. Things started spiraling out of her control, I think, and it did something to her.

[That draws a bitter laugh from Lust.]

As though any of us were so special.

It was probably because of me. Because I escaped and was able to screw with her plans.

[And there's a very awkward pause.]

That's just the thing: at one point I did get special treatment.

I'm sure that was the catalyst. What happened in that lab set things in motion.

Lucky you. It didn't help in the end, did it?

Of course not.

I'm not saying this to boast. It's actually something of a low point in my life.

It's different inside the glass. We've all curried for favor at some point, and been smugly proud when it was given.

Hand raised house pets don't know any better.

I'm pretty sure I curried her favor in a way different than everyone else.

[And he sounds pretty disgusted with himself.]

But I got wise to her ruse in the end after... after the previous Lust died.

I told her to make me immortal. She refused and locked me away.

[Not the most accurate summary of events but none of it's a lie either.]

She made mention of having had many men, when taunting Hohenhiem. I assume you're one of them, then.

[She'd been suspicious, but it wasn't wise to ask questions.]

Make you immortal? Homunculi already are, more or less.

And you'd be correct. I was her precious lovesick pet.

[That gets a laugh.]

Addiction to the red stones doesn't count as immortality.

I'm sure you weren't the only one. She could be very charming and alluring. Beautiful women who know they're beautiful have a power about them.

Close enough.

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