"Oh come on. What were you going to do up there anyway? Sit on your ass for four weeks while people tinker with your arm?" Abruptly the man stopped, spinning on his heel and walking purposefully back over to the woman. His expression had become serious, even concerned and with his usual brash and inelegant demeanor Greed reached over to her shoulder and began inspecting the young woman's automail.

As if he'd suddenly had a war flashback the man recalled the strain his body had put on her during the final battle. The feel of blood, her blood, dripping onto his cheek as her automail had started to pull away from her body. In the moment, he'd not thought of any of this,while danging outside the window of the Devil's Nest. Now though he was practically fawning over the artificial limb to check for damage.