Dulled Harpoon (before battle)

Well, they weren't too much trouble. Next up's you two! Get in there!

With Ryōshū? Um... let's do this, I guess?

S.T.

What?

S-she wants to 'switch teams'...

Really? Now? What's your problem this time, Ryōshū?

Hmph. Your dulled harpoon doesn't interest me.

It's dulled so much that I doubt it can even impale that sickly nerd over there.

<I... don't think she'll have too much trouble impaling Hohenheim.>

Hm. I'd much rather watch that Bloodfiend fight again.

T-thou speakest of... me? That's, uh, ahem, 'tis quite the pickle...

Oi, she wants to switch teams. Is that alright?

Of course not.

You heard the man. Let's go.

Tsk.

I'll admit that my harpoon's not as sharp as it used to be. And I'll admit that I've lost a bit of my edge since then.

But we're all sailing on the same boat - I'm not going to hold you or anyone else back. I'm always ready to go back to razor-sharpness when the need arises.

... Hmph.

… I'm swapping you out as soon as you start making a fool of yourself.

Lass, I thought I've been clear enough on this - Switching teams ain't a thing!

Peccatulum Superbiae - Pride.

Hohenheim droned on, as if the bickering Sinners didn't exist in his world.

Wheels. Symbol of technology and the vector of humanity's ultimate pursuit. The wheel, in its boundless pride, rolls on and on in search of the perfect circle, something unconquered even by nature.

Yet… it remains uncaring for the flesh it rends nor the grass it tramples in its path.

Isn't that... just confidence, not pride? You can't get anything done by just sitting idly in place.

One might even say that pride is but another name for overconfidence. It oft claims trailblazers or those who have never tasted failure.

Hah. Someone like you, Hohenheim?

... Well, that certainly is a perspective. Next up is Luxuriae - Lust.

<Moving on just like that, huh...>

The meaning of Peccatulum Luxuriae, "Lust," is not exactly what it says on the tin. A more illustrative description would say that it is... ah, yes. An obsession to spread a fragment of what forms the self. A desire to propagate, to breed.

Of course, there is more to this concept than just that. While the word itself may be subject to interpretations limited to the carnal understanding...

... To share one's knowledge, one's ideas, to invite others into gaining the understanding of a sliver of oneself... You seek to express that such things are 'Lust' as well.

Not bad. I always appreciate these discussions with the learned - there never is any dead air.

…….

Admit it, Heathcliff. All of that flew right over your head, didn't it?

Why even ask? Unnecessary.

... Shut up and get in there.