"I'm not afraid of it...." he snapped back, "I've just killed you thirty times in them..." it was a lot to take in on a brain that was running on empty. It wasn't something that happened to Greed. His response to her kiss was still an exhausted one. He whined against her chest, smooshing his cheek against her breast. He was a sick little boy that wanted to just feel himself again. She would help. She had to.