"Did you really think I've been traveling alone since July?" he asks, sounding confused more than anything. He'd thought that Raikov knew him better than that. "Ah, it doesn't matter. I suppose I never did say anything directly." He shrugged. Greed didn't like being alone. It was the antithesis of who he was as a person.

"Listen," he said carefully. "I'm Greed. I'm greedy. That's what I am, that's not going to change. You don't need to be possessive of me. I'd come back to you the same as I'd come back to anyone else." He sighed.

"But you can't go around making me feel like a possession. You don't want me to start thinking things like that about you. I don't want to start thinking you feel that way. In the end, it'll lead to bitter feelings I don't care to feel again."