[He's aware how awful this is, how bleak it is. He's cold and can barely walk, but the voice comes back to him, the last words he heard Martel say: "Greed, what are you gonna do?"
He hadn't answered.]
Can't promise I'll do a good job of it, but I owe it to ya.
[Greed can keep talking like he'll wake up tomorrow.]
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He hadn't answered.]
Can't promise I'll do a good job of it, but I owe it to ya.
[Greed can keep talking like he'll wake up tomorrow.]