[Marco isn't sure how much of what he feels comes from Greed and how much of it comes from his own assumptions. He isn't sure if he particularly wants to know how demonic possession works. All he's here for is what he agreed to, after all... Whatever that entails.
Yet, it's undeniable that the man on the throne makes him feel uneasy, tense. Maybe it's the third eye. In fact, that sounds like a significant, plausible reason. But it's not just that - it's that pressure, that thumping--
This man... "Dad"... What did he do to Greed?
He expects he's about to find out, but he can't imagine how. The soldiers...
("There's a bigger picture here" - this machine will hurt people, this won't be pleasant, but it's for the greater good, it's to save everyone--)
... What is that light? It's not-- It's not good. People are suffering. Even those soldiers, those cold-hearted soldiers are paying the price, but it's hardly just because they're not the only ones.
Is it truly too much to keep up with, or is Marco simply overwhelmed? Is Greed's heart pounding, or is it his own? Death, death, death, a pull--
The string is cut and he collapses, barely keeping his glasses from falling. He adjusts them before he lets his hands feel the ground. It's there. He's there. He's back, but he doesn't quite feel like it yet. He sounds dizzy, out of breath, when he speaks:]
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Yet, it's undeniable that the man on the throne makes him feel uneasy, tense. Maybe it's the third eye. In fact, that sounds like a significant, plausible reason. But it's not just that - it's that pressure, that thumping--
This man... "Dad"... What did he do to Greed?
He expects he's about to find out, but he can't imagine how. The soldiers...
("There's a bigger picture here" - this machine will hurt people, this won't be pleasant, but it's for the greater good, it's to save everyone--)
... What is that light? It's not-- It's not good. People are suffering. Even those soldiers, those cold-hearted soldiers are paying the price, but it's hardly just because they're not the only ones.
Is it truly too much to keep up with, or is Marco simply overwhelmed? Is Greed's heart pounding, or is it his own? Death, death, death, a pull--
The string is cut and he collapses, barely keeping his glasses from falling. He adjusts them before he lets his hands feel the ground. It's there. He's there. He's back, but he doesn't quite feel like it yet. He sounds dizzy, out of breath, when he speaks:]
I... I'm sorry about what happened to you...
[... It's all still coming together.]