"What? I'm not doing that," Sloth said slowly, exhaling smoke from his lungs. "I'm not like her." He didn't want Envy to force him to participate. He may not be able to face Envy down, but he wasn't going to meekly succumb to his pressure. Besides, he didn't know what Envy would make him do. He didn't want to end up as a painted corpse, like Temperance would inevitably be.