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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There's a map in your bag, but there's also a map on the device that gives you some indication of how far away things are. Sometimes it can take a little longer than the given time, but that might just be how I go about things.

She very freely gave a homunculus the names of the two members of the military so it's suffice to say she doesn't have a clue.

Thank you.

That's not necessarily a bad thing.

You're welcome.

No, probably not.

Speaking of military men, would the name Frank Archer mean anything to you? I haven't gotten anything out of my acquaintance about him but if he was brave enough to take on a homunculus head on, I have a feeling he didn't exactly make Dante's life easy.

Colonel Archer? I know of him. Cold blooded man with a passion for war. I think he died in Lior.

But how?

Was it an unfortunate casualty for the Stone or was it assassination?

I doubt anyone would call that man's death 'unfortunate', no matter the circumstances.

Why do you care?

Because he took something of mine and I rather hope he had a painful end.

[And there's the homunculus sadism.]

He did, as far as I know. You can be satisfied in that.

He wasn't an alchemist, I never had any dealings with him. I don't know what you expect me to be able to tell you.

[This isn't exactly a subject Lust has much interest in discussing, for a variety of reasons. One of which is simply where it will inevitably lead.]

[Hmm, how to word this.

There are probably one thousand reasons for Lust not to want to tell him, but he sure as hell isn't about to ask Kimblee and he hasn't been able to find Archer on the network.]

I spoke with a man who ran into you before. A man who mentioned the same town you did, Liore. That man was clearly Dante's latest attempt to create the Stone.

I think Archer was after him.

But I also think that Pride wanted to get rid of Archer, under orders from Dante.

How am I doing?

If you've figured it all out for yourself, why ask me?

I don't want to talk about Liore. Nothing good happened in that place.

I didn't know for sure until you just confirmed it for me.

And now you know.

It's all over and done with, leave it be now.

[She can't help herself. She doesn't want to ask, but...]

When did you speak with Scar?

[Fine, he'll be good and not ask what caused Archer to die, even though he thinks it's very important.]

That's his name? [Way to go paying attention to current events unfolding around you, Greed.] We spoke when I first arrived here. He didn't show his face, but he recognized what I was immediately.

I told him a few things since I'm a walking dead man.

He asked if I knew you and I told him the truth: that I didn't, but I knew the previous Lust.

It's what he's called. I don't know his real name. I don't think anyone does, but him.

[Lust's thankful Greed's dropped the subject of Liore. Perhaps when they meet, she'll be willing to tell him. And right now her attention is taken by something else anyway.]

He asked about me?

He did.

Unfortunately, I didn't have much to say on the subject.

You wouldn't. No, I prefer it that way.

[It only matters that he asked about her.]

I'm not sure I would have told him much even if I knew more, to be honest.

Not my thing to gossip about the dirty secrets of other homunculi.

How noble of you.

He already knows more than you do, anyhow. At least about me.

How's that?

[...]

Well. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I guess. Can't force you.

I thought it would have been obvious that he and I know one another.

Of course it's obvious, but that's not what I'm asking.

It was just a matter of getting too close to the target, then?

[Because the same thing had happened to the previous Lust. Multiple times.]

We didn't know one another in that capacity. Our master handled this one herself.

[Back to the verbal sidestep, telling the truth in the most convenient of manner. She supposes it's not very fair, Greed's been honest with her about his past and connections. But what truth to tell him?]

Then what was it? I take it it was more complicated than you driving him to desperation to create the Stone.

[He might be good at picking up on some things, but he doesn't have enough information here to do much in the way of guesswork.]

Our paths kept crossing by happenstance. He knew my face.

The human woman I was intended to be was Ishbalan.

[The super abridged version, since Greed seems talented in reading between the lines.]

[Someone Scar knew very well, then. He probably didn't go through the act himself but that means nothing.]

...we have a knack for bitter irony, don't we?

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