Lucas knew that Greed would not do anything without receiving anything back in return. It was in his very nature to take anything and everything for himself. Straying away from ideals were alright until one got what they needed.

"Does that mean don't follow the ideals of who I once was?" asked Lucas, his words being asked testingly to see what Greed would answer.

"My loyalty lies where you are," answered the sixth Grim that had Lucas chuckle.

"Don't know why, but I find it rather hard to believe. Especially with the way you killed her and me," Lucas started to walk in the room, looking at the objects that once used to belong to Lady Knivetton and her family.

"I told you why I did, what I did but things are different now. You don't follow the rules anymore and neither do I," grinned Greed, "Your precious little thing, how did you save her?"

This time it was Lucas who smiled at the Grim reaper, he knew Greed was curious about how Belle had been saved, "Wouldn't you want to know about it? You know the little part of it which was left in the beginning and which has been sent to oblivion state, it is still little. Why do you think it was so easy to kill Guilt?"

Greed's face mellowed down as he stared at Lucas. He knew something was amiss that night when he went to kill the girl and Guilt had appeared right after it. As if everything had been planned. Guilt had not put up much fight and it had been easy to attack and kill the twelfth Grim reaper.

"I knew something was off about you that night but I thought you wanted to take the punishment for the law you broke in our lands. After all, the Twelfth Grim follows the conducts and rules that had been placed by the dead-"

"If you need to know something, the Hawverts have hidden something very important from all of us. The rule says that the dead are not supposed to associate with the living but we do by stepping into the land of the living when we come to collect the souls. Some of us like to stroll in the dark and see what we have lost and can't be part of. We have different Grims who have emotions of pain, anger, guilt, greed how far do you think the Hawverts are right?" questioned Lucas.

"You're telling me that having relationships with a mortal is alright. Do you know what you are saying, Guilt?" asked the reaper, using his tongue to get a piece of the stick that had stuck itself into the far corner of his mouth.

"I didn't speak about the relationship with the mortal and the dead but the dead are capable of feelings. For example what you are feeling right now," Lucas had picked up a doll, opening it to find another doll inside it, "The Hawverts believe that if the Grim reapers have emotions where one would be influenced by them, then their positions would be taken away from them."

"The Hawverts would never do that. They have been keeping the decorum over the land of the dead."

"I wouldn't say that, Greed," said Lucas, "Things are not what they appear to be," and he placed the dolls in a line, "Why even frame a reaper who has nothing to do with anything?" he turned around to raise an eyebrow at Greed.

"Because you were going off the radar. You were drifting away unlike the others who come report and show themselves."

Lucas shook his head, letting go of the little dolls to completely turn around to look at Greed, "Do some thinking by yourself. Once you have the answer, I will then come to talk to you," when he started to walk out of the room, Greed stopped him to say,

"You must be joking. Do you think the Hawverts won't find out that I have gone missing? That I wasn't able to get to do my job as usual?" Greed tried to intimidate Lucas with the current situation.

"Who cares?" asked Lucas, shrugging his shoulders, and his eyes calmly looking back at Greed's livid ones, "If they think it to be so it will only fall in my own advantage. Imagine the panic in there at the thought that the Grim reapers are falling one after another. There will be an imbalance, a doubt which they will want to try to fix."

"You're hammering your own feet, Guilt," Greed murmured and said, "Is it because of that girl? Are you willing to throw everything for her, me and others, your own reputation."

Lucas smiled, "If you hadn't changed the time on my clock, nothing would have come to light and it didn't start with the girl. She came later. You and the Hawverts were the ones who started this fight, I can only participate," and he would run the game how he wanted, thought Lucas to himself, "See you around," he left the room.

When he stepped out of the room, Belle was already standing there who had not made her presence known. She was in her nightdress and her eyes staring at him. Following him to another corridor, she heard him ask,

"How long where you standing out there?"

"Two minutes ago," she released the air through her lips. When Belle had woken up, she had tried to look for Lucas in the ground floor, but not finding him there, she came up here to find him and Greed talking to each other, "He doesn't like me very much," she confessed to see him nod.

"It shouldn't matter though," Lucas pulled her to his arms, "Just me liking you should be enough," and this made her smile.

"I can live with that," she answered him before pulling away from his arms so that she could look at him, "Did you get your answers?"

"Some yes, but he's the mediator. The main people can be found only in the dead and it would take time for it to happen. Go get ready, we have somewhere to go," he informed her. Belle raised both her eyebrows in question.