[That's Envy's least favorite side of Greed, that's for sure. Minus the new addition of some sort of vaguely reptilian tail and horns, that back was the last memory Envy had of his sinbling for a very long time.
Which isn't to say he isn't still haunted by the real final image he has of him: pinned up like a taxidermy beetle, screaming maniacally and cursing their entire bloodline between bouts of panicked, hysterical laughter as he's lowered into a vat of lava to be melted down and reabsorbed. His father's children regarding their maker undoing his own creation, one of their own, daring them to make the same mistake.]
Still giving us the cold shoulder, I see. If it helps— [He hisses, clumsy around this new forked tongue of his.] —It's just me. I showed up here alone.
[When time stretches on for so long that one cannot tell when one year ends and another Begins, most things about existence start to matter less and less. Yet the wounds remain as fresh as if they were sustained Yesterday; just long enough for the weight of the situation to settle on the shoulders and begin it's slow battle with gravity. Ten days, six months, five years, two decades. Half a century.
One hundred godforsaken years.
If only he could have forgotten his face. Ever.
But Envy was never the lucky one, was he? Even his greatest talent, his only purpose had been set to be his own undoing. He's never forgotten a face.
And wouldn't you know it, this face is definitely his least favorite. The same cold disregard he displayed when he turned his back on his family to go make a life of his own.
It's a knife in his gut, even now.]
C'mon. [He promised he would never beg like that again. For forgiveness, for grace, for pity, to be heard, nothing. To anyone, not even his own.
And why should he? Nobody else was ever sorry.
Greed certainly doesn't look sorry now. So Envy will fight his natural inclinations in favor of reason. At least then he could claim Greed was being the unreasonable one at best. It's not much but it's enough, sometimes.]
If I had a white flag I'd raise it, okay? Write a treaty or a truce or something, I'll sign it.
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Which isn't to say he isn't still haunted by the real final image he has of him: pinned up like a taxidermy beetle, screaming maniacally and cursing their entire bloodline between bouts of panicked, hysterical laughter as he's lowered into a vat of lava to be melted down and reabsorbed. His father's children regarding their maker undoing his own creation, one of their own, daring them to make the same mistake.]
Still giving us the cold shoulder, I see. If it helps— [He hisses, clumsy around this new forked tongue of his.] —It's just me. I showed up here alone.
[When time stretches on for so long that one cannot tell when one year ends and another Begins, most things about existence start to matter less and less. Yet the wounds remain as fresh as if they were sustained Yesterday; just long enough for the weight of the situation to settle on the shoulders and begin it's slow battle with gravity. Ten days, six months, five years, two decades. Half a century.
One hundred godforsaken years.
If only he could have forgotten his face. Ever.
But Envy was never the lucky one, was he? Even his greatest talent, his only purpose had been set to be his own undoing. He's never forgotten a face.
And wouldn't you know it, this face is definitely his least favorite. The same cold disregard he displayed when he turned his back on his family to go make a life of his own.
It's a knife in his gut, even now.]
C'mon. [He promised he would never beg like that again. For forgiveness, for grace, for pity, to be heard, nothing. To anyone, not even his own.
And why should he? Nobody else was ever sorry.
Greed certainly doesn't look sorry now. So Envy will fight his natural inclinations in favor of reason. At least then he could claim Greed was being the unreasonable one at best. It's not much but it's enough, sometimes.]
If I had a white flag I'd raise it, okay? Write a treaty or a truce or something, I'll sign it.
[Just... Stop (not) looking at him like that.]