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Warnings: Major
spoilers for later episodes.
"Lust," he whines, from the corner, drawing out the word as long as he can (like a spoiled child, she thinks), and Dante can't tell if he's asking a question or merely wanting.
"You're not Greed," she tells him, annoyedly, eyes flickering over his darkened form, and he jerks closer and then back, further away -- like an animal, suspicious. It's a pity, really, that his brain wasn't built for malice and wickedness, cunning schemes of infiltration and betrayal and death, but just this, this nothingness of sorrow and wasted tenderness.
Some people aren't meant for love.
But at least he's useful (he kills them, doesn't he? He kills them and eats them and destroys the evidence) and so she sighs and lets his body shake in the corner, "Lust?" And this is definitely a question, a call -- louder, this time, as if he expects her to hear him, to come running.
And, Dante realizes, without Lust, Gluttony is nothing.
He stands back against the wall, helpless, eyes darting around the room (not like a lizard's -- not like Envy or Greed's eyes --; but like a mouse, casting its eyes around for potential danger), and whimpering slightly, the index finger of his right hand in his mouth.
"Lust?"
"She's not coming," Dante tells him, walking over. "You can stop making that noise."
Envy snorts from the other side of the room; "That's right. She's never coming. She's dead. Shut up."
She will never give them the Philosopher's Stone, because that would ruin them more than they are already ruined --; would cover them in the filth of humanity. The problem with homunculi is that they are too human -- and that is, and always will be, their downfall.
She doesn't know how she didn't see it before.
