Cold rooms had always bothered Zolf Kimblee… something about long nights in prison. But he could endure this one time, just one more time. Why he was in a cell Zolf had no fucking clue. He wasn't a threat, damn; half his body was gone, turned to a shine of red in the body of a bodiless child. So Zolf slowly crept into the room, sitting gently against the edge of the bed and stroking his sweaty face, watching the dripping of the IV and listening to his quiet moans and whimpers. This was a horrible fate, Zolf decided. Frank was loyal and strong and most of all trusted in his ideals, no matter how twisted they might be. He didn't deserve to be struck down in his prime, but that was a far nicer fate than this… laying in a bed, most of his body gone, insane and waiting for some lunatic to come and fit him with the most extensive set of automail Kimblee had ever heard of. It was disgusting.
But there was nothing he could do, so he contented himself with trying to comfort the remains of a man had had admired, despised and often murmured words of love and devotion into the heated ear of. He watched him whimper from the dream again, and wished he could cry when he heard his name whispered with such devastation, and knew the dream. He lovingly stroked brown hair that was always stained with blood despite the care of the nine nurse staff that was supposed to care for his needs, yet had no time to care for him at all, coming in to untwist the tubes and wash hints of blood from his hair, but never stroking his sweating arm or giving him any comfort, any idea of what was coming next. Kimblee wished he could, but didn't know if it was fate or sympathy that kept him from revealing that the plans made it look like a crack dream. So he cooed soft words that meant nothing at all into his remaining ear, and secretly did his best to change the plans, at least enough to leave some humanity to the person he had betrayed his first true friends for.
Then, Zolf Kimblee turned to the heat behind him and walked, admiring Greed's fine black wings and eagerly breathing in the scent of sulfur at last.