"Isn't it obvious? That big old H-E Double Toothpicks, for you family types," He almost seemed to wink, "The place where all we sins and sinners are destined to go upon our demise," His gaze slid over to Greed, "Obviously for us- half dead defective garbage to begin with- we weren't destined for any other place to begin with. Of course I know even if we weren't I've earned my seat for an eternal inferno grill, and am damn proud of it."
He took his time to sip the tea again, pulling at the bag intermittently and frowning at he bitter infusion, as if that would change it to a better grade.
"Of course, there are plenty of ways to earn your damnation, be it in a fiery lava pit or an overly sterile nut house that serves waffles and stitches smiley faces on the patient uniforms- stuck with the delusion that there are monsters after you and that 'the man' is just decieving you and telling you you're a regular hallucinating crazy." This time his grin- not yet toothy, though slowly evolving in that direction, was directed towards Mustang, "Things you've done that you simply can't change. I'm sure you, for example, Mister highly decorated war hero, have plenty of baby-killing stories to pass the time around the proverbial hell campfire." He knew he was pushing it and he loved the thrill, in addition to the fact that- saving what they might do to him before an orderly swept in and put the offender away for a long time, they couldn't act on their burning desires to hurt him. Not now.
He practically slithered to stand and slide into a seated position on the table, in love with how disgusted they all were with him for saying these things that were in all likelihood true, and he crossed his legs nonchalantly, sipping again at his simple white mug.
"But you know- that's where the curiosity got me. That's where, if I may be perfectly honest, like a 'normal human' just as you requested, I have to wonder, now. How does a veritable saint- a do-gooder hero; father and protective figure, a well loved community family man, someone who did all of those things practically guaranteed to grant you a full immunity- wind up in hell with the rest of us despicable screwups?"
He leaned in, then, towards Maes, not so close that it warranted an all out declaration of space-invasion, but close enough to make that Roy bastard practically steam with protective righteous anger,
"To be separated from your lovely wife. Your sweet, innocent little daughter. For all eternity. What kind of grave sin does someone have to commit to nullify all those good deeds and earn that punishment? What-" He smiled, his tone rife with venomous implications- "Or who- could possibly be worth that?"
He pulled away, casually passing it off with a tactile, "I wonder..."
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He took his time to sip the tea again, pulling at the bag intermittently and frowning at he bitter infusion, as if that would change it to a better grade.
"Of course, there are plenty of ways to earn your damnation, be it in a fiery lava pit or an overly sterile nut house that serves waffles and stitches smiley faces on the patient uniforms- stuck with the delusion that there are monsters after you and that 'the man' is just decieving you and telling you you're a regular hallucinating crazy." This time his grin- not yet toothy, though slowly evolving in that direction, was directed towards Mustang, "Things you've done that you simply can't change. I'm sure you, for example, Mister highly decorated war hero, have plenty of baby-killing stories to pass the time around the proverbial hell campfire." He knew he was pushing it and he loved the thrill, in addition to the fact that- saving what they might do to him before an orderly swept in and put the offender away for a long time, they couldn't act on their burning desires to hurt him. Not now.
He practically slithered to stand and slide into a seated position on the table, in love with how disgusted they all were with him for saying these things that were in all likelihood true, and he crossed his legs nonchalantly, sipping again at his simple white mug.
"But you know- that's where the curiosity got me. That's where, if I may be perfectly honest, like a 'normal human' just as you requested, I have to wonder, now. How does a veritable saint- a do-gooder hero; father and protective figure, a well loved community family man, someone who did all of those things practically guaranteed to grant you a full immunity- wind up in hell with the rest of us despicable screwups?"
He leaned in, then, towards Maes, not so close that it warranted an all out declaration of space-invasion, but close enough to make that Roy bastard practically steam with protective righteous anger,
"To be separated from your lovely wife. Your sweet, innocent little daughter. For all eternity. What kind of grave sin does someone have to commit to nullify all those good deeds and earn that punishment? What-" He smiled, his tone rife with venomous implications- "Or who- could possibly be worth that?"
He pulled away, casually passing it off with a tactile, "I wonder..."