Stagnant.

That was probably the best word to describe Greed's current state of being. Which was inexplicable in its own right, considering the most accurate word regularly used to describe the sin was obviously "greedy". That word had quietly slipped into the background as its owner spent days with his hands folded in frustration under his nose.

Greed sat and waited as he had been. Sitting and waiting and watching. Watching his men wilt and his child die.

My child is going to die.

Those words had grown, seemingly out of nowhere and taken root in his legs. It tied him to his chair, weighing him down with restraining familiarity. He fought with it, trying to decipher if he was feeling what anyone felt in a grim situation or if something in the back of his consciousness was writhing. Crippling him.

Something was wrong with him.

"Something is wrong with you." Marta accused in a tired tone.

Greed didn't budge, keeping his eyes on the spot of the floor that suddenly obtained two small dirty solider's boots. Marta kicked at the leg of her Boss's chair.

"How long are you going to just sit here? We still have things to do, Greed. We still have plans."

The homunculus didn't respond. He knew their entire base of operation had been put on pause since the Tucker's visit. He couldn't even push his mind to consider getting things up and running again. It was as if there were a wall in front of him, keeping him and his thoughts focused on that room and the little girl that slept within.

"We still don't know where Kimblee is. We lost the other homunculus boy. We're running low on booze so our clientele is dwindling and we're running low on cash. We can't afford to do nothing." Marta informed.

"I know." Was all the answer the sin had to offer.

"Do you? Bido lost his tail over that armored kid and you're just sitting here as if they'll be in Dublith forever. Roa has been running the bar alone while the rest of us are out here doing odd jobs and trying to keep things afloat."

Her boss nodded in response, letting her know her concerns were received.

The snake clenched her fists. Acknowledging their circumstances wasn't going to cut it.

"Damnit Greed, we're all depressed. I get it, I really do, but we can't shut down. You have to get up. We need our leader."

Greed bounced a leather clad leg up and down on the ball of his foot. She was frustrated. He was too. They all were. He knew. He already knew all of this damnit, but there was that something tying him down. It stood in his way, not allowing room for his mind to focus on much else. Why was it that the humans were able to function through this bullshit while he sat in frustrated confusion?

Stagnant.

"You told us to follow you Greed. So get up." She spoke through her teeth, anger pulling at her tired features. The bags under her eyes wrinkled with her scowl. She had to keep going. All of them did if they wanted to survive.

Greed closed his eyes, exhaling. The words Marta had spoken before swam to the forefront of his mind. If it's affecting your ability to lead, you owe it to us to confront it.

The short blonde woman kicked hard at her leader's chair once more. "GET UP GREED!"

The chair clattered to the floor as Greed stood suddenly, catching his underling by surprise. She stumbled back a step, watching the quiet monster that'd avoided eye contact for days. Greed's sharp purple eyes bore into hers.

"I'll be back." Was all he said before leaving his nest.