The Void, Devoid.

"While I do appreciate your observation, I'd rather not interrupt the rest of our siblings." He began, towards Pain, briefing him on the observation. He needed to observe the rest of the group and understand how he saw himself. It was interesting to see Pain act as he did. He would have assumed a slightly different persona from a being older than himself, but perhaps wisdom wasn't transparent in the way one spoke, but what one said.

As he had proved, he was observant, and intelligent enough to have survived off of one of the more plentiful resources. Although, Sloth, himself, had chosen his name, opposed to letting those around him dictate his moniker. Perhaps he could explain this when given the time, but as he had stated, it was time for the others to speak. "I'll answer your question once the rest have responded to mine, it was my intention to begin with; hence why I asked." The explanation would hopefully suffice, at least until the rest were finished identifying themselves.

His apathy was unbroken, despite his disappointment in the rest of his species. Did they truly believe they were embodiments of their sins? Had they not learned of the destruction their vices cause to others? What made them any different than their prey if they were foolish enough to succumb to their namesakes? Was there a stigma he had missed during the millennia he had existed? Had his travels been so far different for him to act as the blackest sheep among the flock?

"I suppose, considering our new additions, it'd be better to answer now, Pain." He said, looking toward his brother, unimpressed with any that had arrived. The only notable event was how similar Pride was in both appearance and style. If he had not spoken so soon, Sloth might've succumb to the hope that another intelligent being had come to join them.

"I do not identify as an embodiment of my namesake. I am a Sin Eater and, therefore, feed off all negative emotion. Apathy, lethargy, and sloth, are the meals I favor most. Succumbing to our monikers is self destructive. I'd advise you all to beware the path you follow, before you share the same fate as your meals." He finished, explaining his position and warning the others. If they were truly adamant about acting as embodiments of a concept, he likely couldn't rely on them. He needed intelligent conspirators, not instinctual predators.

There were few responses, as most sat in silence. Did they share opinions with those who've already spoken? Perhaps. Maybe, there was a courtesy between their kind; no one like a mocking parrot.

Pain spoke of his name and the concept he stood for. Perhaps, the sin hadn't yet realized how trivial his argument was. His concept wasn't the same as the others, however, there were primal differences between their race. Did he really think having more favorite meals meant superiority? Perhaps. Or he was just poor at communication, for when he spoke he gave Pride a run for his money.

However, there were other responses Sloth need not interrupt. For the sin might be able to concisely answer each other them in kind. Next was Lust, who spoke of pleasures. Perhaps the human-like didn't understand the question. It might either be due to lack of intelligence, lack of experience,  or lack of clarify on Sloth's end, but he was unsure. Lust wouldn't have had the luxury of seeing his preferred meal destroy the lives of mortals. No, he'd see them dying in a satisfying way. He would likely use the mortals as his slaves, judging by his entrance, which was unfortunate. There were other ways to see how destructive one's lustful nature could be, since you could harm other people in such a way. Then again, he would likely enjoy that. It would be interesting to confront the dynamic, whenever he had the opportunity, however, Pride spoke next.

The tentacle in front of him, which Pride had conjured, had disappeared. It was expected. Sloth was a stranger to their abilities, choosing precaution over blind trust of his ilk. For all he knew, it could have been a trap. Even if not, it wasn't something he was eager to allow. His kin were not entitled to any courtesy's he could offer.  As the sin continued, Pride spoke of moderation, as if identifying yourself as the definition of your namesake would fall under the proposed category. The implication of the question was missed, which was to imply defining yourself solely as your namesake was self destructive.  

Pride, who had a large similarity to Sloth, then continued to speak about a land known as Crisis, which seemed to have the perfect environment for their feeding ground. And while he was not innately trusting of his kin, he did believe that observing them could lead to further details of their nature. However, before continuing, he needed to clarify his message to them, since implications were often missed by those who were unfamiliar with the character. Clarity was the issue and, hopefully, over time, they would come to understand each other's intent and the way they spoke.

Sloth's back was now erect, as his posture had been fixed, standing at his full height, he looked around once again, moving only his head, not his body. His form moved in The Void as if he was a buoyant object in water, the vast nothing acting as an ocean. Otherwise, the sin eater was almost mechanical in movements, even when he spoke. "The implication was, 'If you only define yourself as a single word, you will live an unfulfilling, and self destructive, life." Sloth was monotonous, as always. His reactions were bland and uncharismatic, for they need not be. He spoke factually, and cold, hopefully giving the rest an insight to what he was asking. Now that there was clarification, he would hope they understood what his intent.

The Sin Eater's had gathered, yet many were silent. Only few spoke at the same time, which was organized. However, he wondered if this meant they weren't fond of each other. If he had to choose a favorite, he couldn't. There was too little he knew about them all. Perhaps, in the future, a select few could stand out and form a stronger familial bond.