He isn't sure what he was expecting, but this certainly isn't it. How long has it been since he's dreamed of his old bar? The Devil's Nest sits empty, but it's not the sort of empty that indicates a tragedy happened here. Instead, it's the quiet sort of empty that came after he closed up shop for the night after the regulars had all gone home.
"Just like old times," he says quietly, sounding faintly amused. They had been simpler times. Back when he could actually trust Kimbley, back when everyone was still alive. Before his life was over before his eyes, and way before he found himself in Johto, grateful once more to be alive.
"What do you think, Martel? Not a bad place, is it? Your namesake loved it here." He turns to the purring Meowth, smirking as she curls up beside him, apparently content with the bar.
Greed | Fullmetal Alchemist
Greed sits down on his old couch, kicking up his heels on the table.
"Just like old times," he says quietly, sounding faintly amused. They had been simpler times. Back when he could actually trust Kimbley, back when everyone was still alive. Before his life was over before his eyes, and way before he found himself in Johto, grateful once more to be alive.
"What do you think, Martel? Not a bad place, is it? Your namesake loved it here." He turns to the purring Meowth, smirking as she curls up beside him, apparently content with the bar.