"...I'm not going to fuck around with you here," says Solekaran. "If I wanted you to stop being my problem and didn't feel like being nice about it, I'd just kill you all."

"But you're going to want something. No-one does anything for nothing."

Avarice and Envy are both nodding slowly, agreement clear. The others seem less convinced on that.

"...I'm the next thing to all-powerful. I can already have anything I want. When I do something it's because I feel like doing it. I suppose it'd be nice if you'd refrain from trying to kill any more of my citizens, but I can stop you even if you do, I don't need to take it in trade."

It's not necessarily that Wrath looks disbelieving (although she does), she just doesn't seem to be capable of comprehending that anyone can act that way, even if they have explicitly stated and good reasons for it.

(There's a sound of splintering wood as the stock of her shotgun cracks under her white-knuckled grip.)

Lust actually laughs. (Although there's an almost forced note to it.) "Oh, shut your mouth, sis," ey says, "you'll catch flies. Just believe that the nice Emperor for some strange reason feels like fixing our problems. Or at least Gee's." Ey takes Gluttony's hand, and squeezes it.

"You're breaking your whatever the fuck that is," he observes cheerfully, and then turns his attention back to Gluttony. "So, d'you want the fix?"

"Well. We...don't know that any of this won't just...give out. Our tech or Pri's patches..."

Gluttony looks eager, but... she looks back to Wrath, obviously not sure.

Who is still growling, but stops when she sees the look. "Oh for fuck's sake, Gee. I don't want you dead. You should know that. It's your choice." (Somehow, wrapped up in her words, there's an implication of 'and I'll take any consequences or debts that are applied'.)

"I don't want to have to worry about this any more," she says firmly. "If you're saying you can fix it. Then yes. Please."

He tilts his head and studies her thoughtfully for a moment; then he flicks his fingers and says, "There you go," and by the time he finishes saying it, she is in perfect health.

"...That easy?"

Pride's still, eyes mildly distant. "...Brain activity stabilised. Nanite activity desisting. What the fuck? That would be- you could make billions with that kind of-" She doesn't seem to be entirely aware she's speaking out loud.

"Magic!" he says, cheerfully. "That was the easy one, though, I'll have to put a little more thought into it to fix whatever he's got," with a gesture at Sloth.

"Things being that easy seems...dangerous," Avarice comments, although he's grinning in delight.

"I want a scan to be sure, Gee. But. All evidence says it's gone."

She considers Sloth, and then Solekaran. "There was some sort of exhaustion syndrome going on. I have no idea which one, because he never got officially diagnosed with it. I- don't know if that's any help to you?"

"Mm, some. It'd be pretty easy to just - wake him up, give him a day or so's worth of functioning like a normal person; the tricky part is fixing it so the exhaustion goes away and doesn't come back."

Which is about the time that Gluttony manage to move passed 'stunned immobility' into 'utter delight'. She half launches herself at Solekaran to hug him, never mind the potential risks of startling him. "Thank you," she states fervently.

Wrath's taking half a step forward, shotgun starting to come up but then Gluttony is in the way, and Wrath looks like her heart has stopped. (Although Pride isn't seeming concerned, so it's probably nothing to worry about.)

...after a momentary startled pause, he giggles and hugs back. "You're welcome!"

"Hey," Lust complains good-naturedly. "M'gonna get jealous if you keep hugging other people and I don't get in on the action."

Wrath makes a half-choked sound.

(Solekaran is delighted by his hug. He is actually caught a little off-guard by how delighted he is.)

(Gluttony has apparently decided that he needs this hug for more than just the purpose of her expressing gratitude. And she hugs like she has a lot of experience with hugs, warm and almost comforting.)

"Ooh, keep this up and we might give Wrath a heart attack," Avarice grins. (But there's concern hidden there.)

"As much as I'd love to see her realise she is in fact mortal, I don't want to deal with the effect it'll have on me."