One eye blinks back open when Scar speaks-- god. Wrath really hopes that he's right. It doesn't bother him, to have been the toll... but only if it worked. The thought of it all being for nothing makes him want to scream and never stop.
The next bit is a little more unexpected, but not in a bad way.
Some degree of morbid humor is perhaps the one thing that all Homunculi truly have in common, and Wrath is no exception. It is, in fact, pretty much his one and only coping mechanism at this point.
The visible corner of his mouth quirks up in a small but unmistakable smile, even as he stays squeezed to Envy's side like he's afraid the other Homunculus might disappear if he doesn't lean hard enough. It's a more solid, tangible expression than any he's had since walking in the door last night.
"Well... the lower half was mostly unbitten... It was the middle that was really done for."
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The next bit is a little more unexpected, but not in a bad way.
Some degree of morbid humor is perhaps the one thing that all Homunculi truly have in common, and Wrath is no exception. It is, in fact, pretty much his one and only coping mechanism at this point.
The visible corner of his mouth quirks up in a small but unmistakable smile, even as he stays squeezed to Envy's side like he's afraid the other Homunculus might disappear if he doesn't lean hard enough. It's a more solid, tangible expression than any he's had since walking in the door last night.
"Well... the lower half was mostly unbitten... It was the middle that was really done for."
SOLIDARITY IN VIOLENT ENDS... HOORAY!