Kimbley shrugs at that. "Well obviously someone fucked up." He's clearly not dead. He should be dead, but he figures that's not something Greed needs to know, so he doesn't bother saying it. He's not going to try to bring the point up again when Greed turns to leave though, and instead shrugs again and follows the Homunculus.

"So how long do you think I can go before I freeze? That'll definitely happen before I starve to death." Talking about his own death so casually is never something that's bothered Kimbley. There's something in his eyes - it's not excitement, but it's close. He's not fond of the cold, but it is interesting to think about what freezing to death would be like.