Fire and Water [Ankh, Jessica]

Ankh glared at Nathan and gestured towards himself. "I am at the peak of human of perfection. Admittedly this form is nothing compared to the gloriousness of my true form but in terms of human standards it couldn't be better."

"I want one because it's delicious! Now get me one now!" he barked.

Ankh looked Nathan over with a critical eye. "You are in good condition," he acknowledged. "You don't look as good as me but I tampered with my host. He didn't naturally look this pleasing."

Ankh gazed at Nathan with disdain. "You're going to become a king, Nathan. The first rule of a king is that he takes what he wants. If you want a pastry you should obtain one. You can always exercise or something later. A king should never deprive himself of something he desires. Now I order you to go buy us pastries!"

"What I was doesn't matter," he said sharply. "It's what I will become that's important," he insisted. His father had created him but it was that same father who had betrayed him and sealed him away. He cared nothing for his father's original intentions at this point.

"I needed a host so I could blend in. My true form, as magnificent as it might be, would attract far too much attention. As for the host, you need not worry about him. You do so worry about pointless and stupid things; but, this man was on the verge of death. In a sense, I'm preserving his life."

"But in any case, I want a pastry! Now go get me one!"

"Tell me Nathan, do you view yourself as a monster when you transform?" he asked in a dangerously soft tone. "Do you see yourself as some sort of bird monster?" he seethed. "If so perhaps you'd prefer I give my Medals to someone else. Then you wouldn't have to concern yourself with such things."

He glared at him. "And if you want to speak of my father perhaps we should first talk of yours," he snapped, knowing that Nathan's father was a touchy subject. Perhaps as touchy as his own beginnings. "How my father created me, what he wanted for me...Now I no longer care. I have my own goals and ambitions and I will see them accomplished."

"Six sounds feasible" she said, holding her belt in her hand. "You just tell me when. I'm at your beck and call."

Ankh wasn't sure if he was angrier at himself or Nathan. He was furious that Nathan should consider his godly bird form monstrous. It was gorgeous, magnificent, the epitome of perfection itself. But then there was himself. He was a Greeed, a being far superior to humans. Why should he allow his 000 to upset him? It was Nathan's own shortcomings and ignorance that allowed him to perceive his glorious form as monstrous.

Well as his 000 was being childish and temperamental he would have to obtain some pastries himself. He stole several pastries and began to feast. And then he was hit with a strange emotion, something he wasn't used to experiencing. Guilt? Was that what he was feeling? Why should he, a supremely perfect being, feel guilty about upsetting some human sensibility?

Well as a Greeed he was superior to humans in every way. It was only natural that his 000 would be more touchy about his father's misdeeds. Ankh's father's betrayal was incredibly upsetting. It still bothered him. But his mental fortitude was stronger than Nathan's. He shouldn't expect Nathan to be able to handle the subject of his father. He needed to remember that despite Nathan's promise, he was still a weak human.

Ankh decided to save a pastry for Nathan.

"London is a big city in this world, some of them may be British. It'll work out," she said.