"He did it wrong," Greed dismissed. Clearly, Al's defensiveness over his brother's transmutation ten years ago--how young would that have made the kid...? Young, anyway. So young it was probably barely a double digit--was egotism rather than ration. That, too, was disappointing. People who were too attached to their research as perfection didn't usually make good scientists. He could say that much of Her; she was painfully, bitterly aware of her shortcomings in alchemy, always looking for the answer, for the answers, to perfect what Hohenheim seemed to have mastered. At any rate, her only problem had been deteriorating human forms, and even those lasted longer than a regular human body should have been capable of... More than ten years, more than a human's life time, easily.
So, Greed was certain that it had just been done wrong. Still. For someone who couldn't do it at all, right or wrong, a lead was a lead. He had other alchemists he could throw their work to, people less attached to delusions of perfection. The question was whether he could trust them. Someone else would have to be the test subject, but giving anybody else immortality was...
Ah. The armor was still talking. How annoying. He had to come over and make him think of business when he was trying to wind down from business, when his most vital business partners were asleep, when he wanted to just storm into their rooms, plop down on their beds with a note book of fresh research and tell them to get cracking!
Even more annoying, he had to go and say something even more stupid, still! Greed could feel a throbbing in his temple, a corresponding twitch in his brow. No one cared? They? They being that family unit of his? Maybe that shit spewing excuse for an old man didn't care, but just wondering how anyone could be so stupid about the kid, the chick and the chief was like trying to put together a puzzle made by some sadist, where there wasn't actually one coherent picture, and half of the pieces didn't have another one they were even capable of locking into. He could claim ignorance enough on alchemy to see how someone could really think something wrong was right, there. Science was weird like that. Blue flames were hotter than orange ones and it all defied common sense, but this kind of stupidity...
"Geniuses are such fucking idiots when they're not being geniuses..."
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So, Greed was certain that it had just been done wrong. Still. For someone who couldn't do it at all, right or wrong, a lead was a lead. He had other alchemists he could throw their work to, people less attached to delusions of perfection. The question was whether he could trust them. Someone else would have to be the test subject, but giving anybody else immortality was...
Ah. The armor was still talking. How annoying. He had to come over and make him think of business when he was trying to wind down from business, when his most vital business partners were asleep, when he wanted to just storm into their rooms, plop down on their beds with a note book of fresh research and tell them to get cracking!
Even more annoying, he had to go and say something even more stupid, still! Greed could feel a throbbing in his temple, a corresponding twitch in his brow. No one cared? They? They being that family unit of his? Maybe that shit spewing excuse for an old man didn't care, but just wondering how anyone could be so stupid about the kid, the chick and the chief was like trying to put together a puzzle made by some sadist, where there wasn't actually one coherent picture, and half of the pieces didn't have another one they were even capable of locking into. He could claim ignorance enough on alchemy to see how someone could really think something wrong was right, there. Science was weird like that. Blue flames were hotter than orange ones and it all defied common sense, but this kind of stupidity...
"Geniuses are such fucking idiots when they're not being geniuses..."