Why shouldn't I have been able to leave and go where I pleased? Why was wanting my own life something worth hurting me for? It was for her own good, Wrath. So she could have a stone and continue to be immortal. She was willing to kill or hurt anyone just to have that.

[Emotion has crept into Lust's voice by now, and she's leaning forward emphatically though she stays safely on the steps.]

Can you imagine hurting something you claim to love and care for? I mean that, Wrath, try and imagine it. Something you say you love, screaming in pain and begging you to stop. It feels sick and awful, doesn't it? But it never did to her. We didn't matter to her at all, we were less than animals. Just something she could use until she was done with us. Then she just replaced us.

[Maybe it's cruel, but she's trying to drive the point home to Wrath. He isn't a bad child, he's just never been properly taught what right and wrong are. Empathy is something learned, and it's a hard thing for a homunculus to grasp at the best of times. Not without some personal experience to draw on.]