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With the way Greed had been looking at them, how he took in their form and had been trying to crack it open with just his eyes, it really did feel like that their question had been as dangerous as he put it.

That feeling came again.

The hairs on them standing on end, instincts cautious and on edge with the way his very presence had eyes on Zenith, like they were the prey in the den of the predator.

But that was a given. Anyone would be prey to someone who wasn't exactly human, looked the part but wasn't one. Even so, just listening to him talk had been making them feel like he was reading them, as if they were the easiest book in the world to splay open and read the contents of.

Were they really that obvious? Or had he been around long enough to tell?

"Smell the guilt on me? That's quite the intuition you have."

Confession of their sins for a glass? That sounded fair to them, they just needed their mind muddled enough to not focus on the details too much.