[A wave of relief washes over Edward, and he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The lines of tension in his shoulders ease, and though the guilt doesn't quite leave it's packed away for the moment. Those old issues aren't something he wants to voice with an audience around, and if Greed isn't going to raise a fuss about old wounds there's no point in bringing them up.]
I'd call that the understatement of the damn century.
[Something about Greed's reactions twig something in the back of Ed's mind, little discrepancies that mean something but he can't place to what. He hadn't known Greed for terribly long--the man had a force of personality, but he could still count on one hand the amount of times they'd ever spoken. It was possible that Ed had misjudged Greed's capacity to hold a grudge (or give a shit in general), but for the moment his guilt from the past and nerves about his current situation keep him from thinking too hard on the subject.]
[Ed glances back to Stocke for a moment, checking his reaction to all this, before making his way through the bar over to Greed. He steps over tails and wing-tips, dodges around the patrons with horns and protrusions with faint apologies. A small part of him wonders if this really in inevitable for him as well, what sorts of changes will be inflicted on him. But now he's close enough to Greed he can lower his voice to a more reasonable level, and the sin can see some of the more subtle changes from the Edward he knew. Older, obviously, but in more than just physical age. There's something very tired about Ed underneath his exterior of bravado, a flicker to the flames that burned so brightly behind his eyes before.]
How long have you been here? How are you even alive now?
[Right into the questions, of course, now that Greed hasn't bit his face off or sent him packing right out the door. There's too many mysteries unanswered hanging in the air for Edward to not latch onto a few of them, try and work out just what kind of situation he's landed into. He doesn't much appreciate being shunted into another world all over again; at least last time it had been because of something he chose himself. He's going to find answers, discover a way out of this.]
[And maybe find out what dangers are lying in wait as well. Ed casts a pointed glance at Greed's horn, raising an eyebrow.] Still getting into trouble, too, I see. [Not an accusation, but a sideways expression of worry. What happened, are you alright?]
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I'd call that the understatement of the damn century.
[Something about Greed's reactions twig something in the back of Ed's mind, little discrepancies that mean something but he can't place to what. He hadn't known Greed for terribly long--the man had a force of personality, but he could still count on one hand the amount of times they'd ever spoken. It was possible that Ed had misjudged Greed's capacity to hold a grudge (or give a shit in general), but for the moment his guilt from the past and nerves about his current situation keep him from thinking too hard on the subject.]
[Ed glances back to Stocke for a moment, checking his reaction to all this, before making his way through the bar over to Greed. He steps over tails and wing-tips, dodges around the patrons with horns and protrusions with faint apologies. A small part of him wonders if this really in inevitable for him as well, what sorts of changes will be inflicted on him. But now he's close enough to Greed he can lower his voice to a more reasonable level, and the sin can see some of the more subtle changes from the Edward he knew. Older, obviously, but in more than just physical age. There's something very tired about Ed underneath his exterior of bravado, a flicker to the flames that burned so brightly behind his eyes before.]
How long have you been here? How are you even alive now?
[Right into the questions, of course, now that Greed hasn't bit his face off or sent him packing right out the door. There's too many mysteries unanswered hanging in the air for Edward to not latch onto a few of them, try and work out just what kind of situation he's landed into. He doesn't much appreciate being shunted into another world all over again; at least last time it had been because of something he chose himself. He's going to find answers, discover a way out of this.]
[And maybe find out what dangers are lying in wait as well. Ed casts a pointed glance at Greed's horn, raising an eyebrow.] Still getting into trouble, too, I see. [Not an accusation, but a sideways expression of worry. What happened, are you alright?]