Greed snarled in response to Kimbley's response, not at all empathetic. Greed didn't have any qualms about killing, sure, but he figured there were easier ways to go about getting what he wanted out of those who didn't want to give it.

That is, unless he wanted someone dead, which meant that Kimbley was up one shitty creek.

"You always were a shallow ass, weren't you?" Greed growled through grit teeth, yanking Kimbley's neck up and pressing it hard against the wall. "I got you all out of that damn prison. You owed me."

Survival of the fittest or dog-eat-dog, the bastard might reply, but Greed knew it was more than that. This hadn't been about survival; it'd been about some asshole moving on to his next kick. It wasn't a sentiment Greed was unfamiliar with, but it also wasn't a sentiment that should have fucked him over.