"Wanna run dat by me again?" demanded Ronan, blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out what Greed was talking about. "Kid with a God complex?"
"Little girl, I think Wrath called her Hattie? Anyway, she popped in like a fucking genie and promised to grant me a wish. If that isn't a God complex, then what is?" demanded Greed, looking between his brothers.
Something was different about them, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Letting out a long sigh, Greed paused for a moment to regroup. He was the tactician, the second in command when Pride was unavailable. He needed to be calm and think things through… rationally.
He couldn't keep reacting to everything.
"Sorry," he grunted at last when none of his brothers spoke. "My meat sack was given something, and now neither one of us has any memories for the past four years. I'm scrambling to catch up, but every time I think I have a handle on it, the rug gets pulled out from under my feet and I'm left… not myself."
