"Mister Greed, may I ask you something?" Jack asked.
"Is it going to be the same question as the last time?" Greed asked back.
"Ahaha, no. May I ask why you live here in solitude?"
"That is the same question as the last time only being rephrased."
"Ahaha…," Jack laughed awkwardly.
Greed was silent for a while before saying, "Well, I guess I don't mind telling you. I'm trying to prove a point."
"What point?"
"That I am who I am because I choose to."
"Huh?"
"I dislike the idea that I am being controlled."
"Control?" Jack had no idea what Greed was talking about. "You are one of the strongest beings in this world with a cult of minions at your bidding. How can you be controlled?"
Jack's memory went back to the ancient battleground when he was going up against the army of Greed. He could hardly believe someone that owned that kind of an army to develop a feeling of being inferior and being controlled.
