The mention of his skull and the betrayal it had entailed jolted Greed's priorities back into their proper order.

The homunculus' sharp teeth clenched together as his eyes narrowed. He tightened his grip and shifted his weight, keeping one knee on Kimbley's thighs as he slammed the other one down on his left arm.

No matter what Kimbley could offer him now, he'd screwed him over and left him to die, sold him out for some cheap thrills. Greed didn't want him as an ally. He wanted him to fucking pay.

Greed took his blackened hand from Kimbley's neck and grasped the bomber's wrist with it instead. He took his other hand and pulled it from the wounds on Kimbley's arm, blood spilling as malice took hold of Greed's shadowed countenance.

"You really like your hands, don't you?"