All color vanished from Greed's face, he opened his mouth, closing it again as the color started to come back to his face. He bared his teeth and clenched his fists, which he had taken out of the pockets of his pants. “WHAT THE ****?! THAT WAS MY HOUSE! YOU CAN’T JUST GO AND TAKE MY ****** HOUSE APART! Wrath! This ****** piece of ****! Even when he’s dead, he manages to **** my stuff up!” Greed turned angrily to the left and kicked a stone, making it fly through the air, hitting and breaking the window of a military car thirty meters away.
Greed turned back to the others, who gave him commiserating looks. “That was my home.” He said now with a sad voice, putting his hands back into the pockets of his pants, looking more hurt than angry.
Ling wasn’t sure if it was appropiate in this moment, but he still laid one hand on his friends shoulder, trying to reassure him. “Are you alright?”
At which Greed shook his head, “No,” he replied, sounding defeated, “but without the others it wouldn’t have been the same anyways.” Sighing he added “Today’s really not my day.”