Humans.
Pesky little creatures, really; always getting themselves into things that are absolutely none of their business, and they're always too stupid to realise... well, how stupid they are. They let their curiosity, their emotions get the better of them. And that's when people start getting hurt.
Take that Hughes guy, for instance. He poked around too much, and... well, look where he ended up.
I'm almost glad that Lust didn't finish him off, really; killing an idiot is so damn satisfying, especially when you get to mess with their mind first.
This is where emotions come into it again. When I'm being my regular self? Sure, he'd have no problem with practically pumping me full of bullets. Take on the form of one of those little military dogs, he gets hesitant. Take on the form of his wife... he's the one who ends up with a bullet in his chest.
It's that look in their eyes that makes it so hard not to smile when you watch them. I think, maybe, I was putting off killing him just because I was enjoying that look in his eyes – that look that showed just how conflicted he was. Even though he knew it was a homunculus standing in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to do a thing, all because I looked like that precious little woman he calls his wife.
Love is so pointless.
I get a buzz every time I get to kill someone; that feeling where you're on top of the world, and nobody's going to get you down. I felt like I could do absolutely anything – fuck, I could do anything! I was a fucking homunculus, for crying out loud. We're hardly the easiest things to stop.
And so it was with nothing but a mild irritation that I looked around when I heard footsteps behind me. Someone had seen me – but that was no big deal. Humans are so very easy to deal with...
Unfortunately, sometimes people aren't quite as human as you think they are.