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Envy
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

You have always known that you are the most cursed of all the homunculi. No matter what happens, their being is essentially the same. Some, namely Wrath and Pride, will change on the surface over time, but the sin after which they were named will never become anything more or less then what it was at their creation.

You do not have such stability to rely on though. You never did when you were truly alive, and you don't now. You don't even have a true face with which to identify yourself; at least if you ever did you've forgotten it now. Forgotten it by choice.

Your sin is also ever changing; envy comes in many forms, each with a different face, much like your face is hardly ever the same on any two given occassions. After all, who would covet what they already possess?

You eternally pursue what you wish for, knowing that it is almost impossible for you to die, even when you wish that you could. There is no point to dwell on dreams and nightmares; you know that but you still chase after them. Running forever yet getting nowhere.

Even one that can assume the identities of all others can never truly become what he is not.