[Suddenly there's a kid here? An actual kid (fifteen? sixteen? that's not actually a child, not anymore, but when you're two hundred, anyone vaguely young looks like a kid), and Greed stares down at him for a few seconds, sort of baffled he's here.]
I'm not going anywhere, kid. You get out of here-- how the hell did you get here so fast?
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I'm not going anywhere, kid. You get out of here-- how the hell did you get here so fast?