Chapter 438: You Might Want To Be Terrified
"Wanna run dat by me again?" demanded Ronan, blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out what Greed was talking about. "Kid with a God complex?"
"Little girl, I think Wrath called her Hattie? Anyway, she popped in like a fucking genie and promised to grant me a wish. If that isn’t a God complex, then what is?" demanded Greed, looking between his brothers.
Something was different about them, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Letting out a long sigh, Greed paused for a moment to regroup. He was the tactician, the second in command when Pride was unavailable. He needed to be calm and think things through... rationally.
He couldn’t keep reacting to everything.
"Sorry," he grunted at last when none of his brothers spoke. "My meat sack was given something, and now neither one of us has any memories for the past four years. I’m scrambling to catch up, but every time I think I have a handle on it, the rug gets pulled out from under my feet and I’m left... not myself."
Pride nodded his head for a moment before speaking. "So, if you only lost your memories from four years ago, then it’s understandable to be off balance. But you know Hattie. We’ve been speaking to her for the last 17 years."
Greed cocked his head to the side as he turned to look at Pride. "I don’t remember that," he finally admitted.
"Well," smirked Gluttony. "This is either a good thing or a bad thing, depending on how you look at things," he announced as he sat down on the couch. Sloth was already on it, drifting off to sleep with a pissed off look on his face. "If you don’t remember any part of Hattie, then that kicks you out of the running. I, for one, am perfectly happy not having to share her attention with yet another Sin."