"Why is it that simple sparks can become raging flames. That a pure soul becomes so easily tainted by the darkness around them. What could possibly make a kishin choose to be what it is. Lacking a sense of justice, or sense for that matter. They simply kill, and become a bit more satisfied along the way. You can't say that it isn't impaired thinking. It's simple yet highly qualified for those whom decided to bloom in that destined path. After all black roses are the best for this world. Painting the street in blood is a truly wonderful thing." Or so this what Greed spoke originally to the air as if someone else were listening. A slight smile appeared across his lips just before glancing upward toward the sun.
"The sun can't compare to the moon. It doesn't do anything, but burn people anyway. I should find this kishin, or at least one of them in Death City. Numerous, and Trinity better pay up once I return as well. I'm fairly bored waiting around here. Dead people can't do much any way." With his words echoing throughout this vast plain of graves Greed simply released a tempered sigh. It conveyed his vexing boredom from waiting around for something to for something yet alone someone to turn up. Yet he'd only sit silently amongst the fallen fools awaited someone to join him there.