Schiller stared somewhat speechlessly at the mess on the ground.
The Schillers in the High Tower all stared speechlessly at Greed.
"Why are you looking at me?" Greed said irritably. "I only said to let the sick one go up. How was I supposed to know which one went up? Besides, isn't it usually Pursuer or someone like him? Who knew he'd go out?"
Everyone shifted their gaze to Superego. Superego said, "Why are you looking at me? Ego is in charge of the elevator."
"You said to let the sick one up," Ego said. "He had clearance, so I let him through. Was I supposed to pick which one?"
"Stop shirking responsibility," Pride said. "The question now is what to do. I said we shouldn't let the sick one come up in Marvel. They simply can't handle it. Now look at this—Stark might be traumatized beyond recovery."
Greed glanced outside again. Looking at the lively fish scattered everywhere, he said helplessly, "I only wanted to vent a little. Since it's already done, we should figure out how to fix it."
"This is your territory, so naturally you should solve it," Superego said mercilessly. "Get back to work. If you wait any longer, it'll be beyond saving."
Greed could only climb back up as though resigned to his fate.
Looking at all the mangled corpses, Greed felt it wouldn't do to leave them there. After thinking it over, he stacked them together with Gray Mist. Now, instead of looking like many red fish, they really did resemble one complete red whale.
Ignoring the Schillers in the tower mocking him, Greed hurriedly cleaned up the crime scene and tossed the unconscious Stark outside the factory gates. Watching Howard rush over, Schiller slowly made up his mind.
Stark was carried into an