High Tower was as bustling as ever. Every Schiller had something to keep them busy. Greed made his way down the corridor to the floor where Moon Knight was staying and, just as expected, found Khonshu, the skeletal falcon-headed god, in the asylum room.
"Are you the only one here?" Greed asked curiously.
The beak clicked twice. Schiller understood what he meant: Moon Knight had gone out alone and had not taken him along. Wasn't that convenient? It seemed Schiller would not even need to make a move. Khonshu had no other choice.
"Who did he go out with?" Schiller asked again.
Khonshu pointed his staff at the floor. Schiller said in surprise, "Manipulation?"
Khonshu nodded.
"Fine. Looks like you'll be working with me for a while."
Khonshu shook his head.
"What? You don't want to work? Do you think you can freeload in my mind?" Schiller narrowed his eyes.
To his surprise, Khonshu walked over and circled him once. The flames in his skeletal eye sockets flickered. He shook his head and sighed.
"What does that mean?" Schiller said, deeply displeased. "Do you think I'm too weak?"
"Your understanding of strength is far too shallow!" Schiller said with heartfelt indignation. "Do you think only those who can fight are strong?"
Khonshu nodded.
Schiller sighed helplessly. "Most things in this world still require brains. Brains, understand?"
"Then why did you come looking for me?" Khonshu asked the crucial question, leaving Schiller speechless.
He had not come to Khonshu solely because he needed to play Moon Knight. More importantly, he genuinely needed some assurance of force. What kind of street-level hero could not fight?
But for Pride and Greed, fighting—especially close-quarters combat—was indeed a weakness. Though they mocked Stark every day for being unable to fight, Greed's combat skills were about