The sharp pain in his arm was nothing compared to what it felt like when Greed rammed him, headfirst, into the cold concrete of the floor. It rattled Kimbley completely, disorienting him for a good several seconds before he managed to regain his mental footing. He swore he tasted blood in his mouth. If Greed was going to kill him, he'd better do it faster than this ...
The question was posed after the statement, and Kimbley actually fell silent (although he hadn't been making noise before, admittedly) to think about the question. Not that there was much to think about, but how was he going to answer? Well, truth always was more interesting than lies, so ...
"Like I said, I owe you jack," he said, his voice a little unsteady. "And I thought you were smarter than that. You can figure out why I haven't already blown you to bits." Although there was still that dry tone to his voice, Kimbley's facial expression wasn't as flat as before. At this rate, Greed wasn't going to hesitate to tear him open, and there was nothing he could do. "Sad to say, but I'm no longer a physical threat to you."
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The question was posed after the statement, and Kimbley actually fell silent (although he hadn't been making noise before, admittedly) to think about the question. Not that there was much to think about, but how was he going to answer? Well, truth always was more interesting than lies, so ...
"Like I said, I owe you jack," he said, his voice a little unsteady. "And I thought you were smarter than that. You can figure out why I haven't already blown you to bits." Although there was still that dry tone to his voice, Kimbley's facial expression wasn't as flat as before. At this rate, Greed wasn't going to hesitate to tear him open, and there was nothing he could do. "Sad to say, but I'm no longer a physical threat to you."