Inside Schiller's Mind Tower, the atmosphere by the elevator was far from harmonious. Greed and Pride stared at each other. The elevator doors had opened, yet neither of them stepped inside.
"Look at the mess you caused," Pride said.
"He clearly cared about our body just as little as you did."
"I meant when you created him just to save yourself some trouble."
"Isn't that digging up ancient history?"
The two glared at each other, neither able to say anything. Pride sighed and tried to solve the problem. "You saw what happened. The nanobots took at least thirty percent of the muscles in the upper half of the body. And he clocked out before the pain signals could reach the nerves. Whoever goes up now could lose control from the agony. What do you plan to do?"
"He timed it pretty damn well!" Greed said through gritted teeth. "Either of us will have to suffer that pain. But that's the least of our problems. Do you think the mastermind who changed this Dungeon so drastically will just watch an interdimensional visitor pass out defenselessly and do nothing?"
"That's the crux of it," Pride said. "If either one of us goes up and loses control, we might hurt the mastermind by accident. Even if we calm down afterward, we'll probably lose our chance to negotiate."
"He did it on purpose." Greed folded his arms. "He knew neither of us liked fighting, yet he insisted on destroying every possibility of negotiation. But who do you think made the move?"
"Broken Bat is nothing to worry about." Pride shook his head gently. "If he were skilled enough, he wouldn't have lost to Death Angel. If his will were firm enough, he wouldn't have chosen to live on in disgrace. Picking a Batman like