They knew. Envy was strong, but had a weakness. The weakness was himself. It was natural of him to feel discontented when someone had something better than him, and recently he had begun to hate that when applied to a certain area. When it came to Lust, Envy was weak. This they knew. It was a simple fact and useless, none of them would take on Lust. If Lust destroyed Envy, she could do it with ease. Envy was conquered. Some of them think it was his own doing, some disagree, saying Lust dominated him. Still others say it was both. Envy is in love. That would be a dangerous thing alone, but Envy is in love with Lust. Envy is still strong, but he is also weak. Love has conquered him. He still feels jealousy when she parades around with a new toy, but it is overcome by something foreign and frightening. Envy is sad. They knew about the flings and the hot heavy panting in the night, they knew that at the same time he enjoyed it he was still unhappy. This was her hobby, and it didn't mean anything to her. He gave her anyone she wanted when she asked, willingly and quickly. They believed that she thought it was simply her power making him bend down and obey every command. They didn't know some things. They didn't know that Envy wished he could just die. He was in pain. He watched her walk past and almost laid down for her right then in the middle of the path. They didn't know he held his heart out to her in the fragments she had made it. They didn't know she was the only one he would ever feel for and it had nothing to do with her ability. They didn't know that every night he brought her face to his mind, wished it could be different, wished he could show her what love was. They didn't know he cried himself to sleep.
They didn't know she did too.