[That manages to get him to snap out of his defeat. He's still cold, still can't feel his legs, still certain he's going to die out here-- but Greed tries to stand again, using the building for support.]

It wasn't anything personal. Kidnapping you.

[His voice is still as distant as it has been, but he knows he has to keep talking.]

Just a matter of convenience for me, and the wrong place, wrong time for you.