He's really not sure if Kimbley's being literal or figurative there. "Yeah? Looks to me like we both woke up in body bags, so someone sure thought you were dead."
It doesn't matter that he's out of his element here, that he's still cold despite the coat. Greed's really not the sort to enjoy arguing, but he just thinks about all he did for Kimbley-- about saving the man's life. Martel had been right, Greed shouldn't have trusted him.
Oh well. Nothing he can do about it now, as angry as it makes him. And he's not interested in leaving Kimbley to die, either. "Come on, then," he says and starts to wander into the snow, not really caring what direction it is.
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It doesn't matter that he's out of his element here, that he's still cold despite the coat. Greed's really not the sort to enjoy arguing, but he just thinks about all he did for Kimbley-- about saving the man's life. Martel had been right, Greed shouldn't have trusted him.
Oh well. Nothing he can do about it now, as angry as it makes him. And he's not interested in leaving Kimbley to die, either. "Come on, then," he says and starts to wander into the snow, not really caring what direction it is.