In the space of a thought, Greed had made up his mind. He circled the table while trying to negotiate, using every honeyed word he could think of to convince Arkham Batman to let him go.
"I think, as a speedrun player, you should understand that in an asymmetrical game, the killer's development is definitely more important than the survivors'," Greed pointed out bluntly. "On the surface, the killer has an absolute advantage, but in reality, the survivors have a higher margin for error. So the killer values the early game more, while the humans value the late game more. If you don't develop in the early game, you'll get dragged to death."
"Of course, I'm not kindly reminding you or anything. It's mainly because I'm annoyed too, having to circle around here with you. Why play the game like this? In an asymmetrical game, only staring at me is a little too targeted, isn't it?"
"I'll take it as your acknowledgment of my strength, but I do have teammates. Leaving aside whether they'll come save me, aren't you worried they'll find some key item and use it against you?"
The more Greed spoke like this, the less Arkham Batman was moved. The two of them just kept circling the table. In the time it took to say those few sentences, they had gone around it over a hundred times.
"Batman!" Greed raised his voice. "Are the two of us really going to circle like this until the game ends?! Did you drag so many people in here just to play this?!"
"Why not?" Arkham Batman replied lightly.
Greed looked utterly helpless on the surface, but inside, he was overjoyed. What he wanted was to keep Arkham Batman pinned here, because he had already met with Matt just now and