"Some guy"? You can go toe-to-toe with a homunculus! [Okay, possibly not the best thing to say given that right now that's part of the problem, but he can't possibly expect Greed to believe there's nothing interesting about him.] Look, you asked, what did you think I'd want?
Can't do either of those on the spot, though. I mean, standing in your room is not a hugely dangerous situation. [It's an awkward attempt at saying I still trust you, and even that much has Greed pacing the room, intensely uncomfortable.]
Look, I dunno what you're offering but there can't be any equivalent exchange here. A life doesn't equal a life, and I wouldn't want yours even if it did.
[Blake shakes his head, eyes narrowed, mostly out of disbelief. What does he mean, it can't be an equivalent exchange? Who doesn't cut the mustard here? They don't add up. Who doesn't cut the mustard?]
Then what? What? Tell me what's— what's— Jesus, just need to... [He shakes his head, drops heavily on to the bed, and glares at the floor, jaw working.]
[It's not about not measuring up, not at all- it's about alchemists and their incessant need to try everything they probably shouldn't try and how, no, you can't sacrifice one life to get another one back. It's been tried, time and time again. In retrospect, however, it may not have been the right thing to say to Blake right at this moment. Greed's not good at this. His chimeras all had each other, and anyway fucked-up military experimentation probably isn't anything like... this.
He knows what is, though. That thing he doesn't want to talk about. But he also doesn't want to see one of his people like this, so what do you want more, Greed? That thing you wanted so desperately...]
...I know you are. You probably will be for a long time. It doesn't go away easily. I know.
[It's a sharp fact, and Blake knows as much. He knows that Greed understands that ache, knows that he's struggled with the very same demons and for how much longer? It doesn't dull anything, just has Blake feeling less alone.
He lifts his gaze to look at his friend, to see his face and understand the recognition on it. It pings him hard and his hand comes out to clasp Greed's shoulder. A squeeze, something a little too tight, and after a second it turns into a motion that dumps right into a hug. Something firm and sincere and maybe a little desperate because Blake needs it to speak where he can't.
He's sorry. He didn't mean any of it. He wouldn't ever, not ever. They're friends. They can still be friends. It'll get better.
It's about the best he can offer, but it's something.]
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Look, not sure what, just know I gotta do somethin'. Get your back or save your ass or... I dunno.
[He sighs and shakes his head, repeats himself even.]
Just dunno right now.
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Look, I dunno what you're offering but there can't be any equivalent exchange here. A life doesn't equal a life, and I wouldn't want yours even if it did.
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Then what? What? Tell me what's— what's— Jesus, just need to... [He shakes his head, drops heavily on to the bed, and glares at the floor, jaw working.]
Sorry. Just... sorry, man. 'm sorry.
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He knows what is, though. That thing he doesn't want to talk about. But he also doesn't want to see one of his people like this, so what do you want more, Greed? That thing you wanted so desperately...]
...I know you are. You probably will be for a long time. It doesn't go away easily. I know.
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He lifts his gaze to look at his friend, to see his face and understand the recognition on it. It pings him hard and his hand comes out to clasp Greed's shoulder. A squeeze, something a little too tight, and after a second it turns into a motion that dumps right into a hug. Something firm and sincere and maybe a little desperate because Blake needs it to speak where he can't.
He's sorry. He didn't mean any of it. He wouldn't ever, not ever. They're friends. They can still be friends. It'll get better.
It's about the best he can offer, but it's something.]