"Very good then." He extended hand infront of Greed. "You might feel a bit light-headed." He said, before his hand started glowing black, along with Greed's chest. Slowly, small, white, orb-like things began extracting themselves from Greed, some smaller and larger than others. He counted until he reached thirty. "That's a good boy." He said as the orbs began to vanish. "They will make wonderful slaves, i'm sure."
"I don't know if they qualify, pal. They're just some energy and residual mental echoes now. From what I was told by Father, all the personality and stuff that made them who they were is long gone. They're just energy to be utilized now."
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