“You should really team with someone less morally ambiguous.”
These words rang in Sty’s ears, and while he didn't care in the slightest about Gravel’s opinions on his teammate, he couldn't help but agree on one point - there was an uncertainty about 4C’s sense of morality, but one Sty seemed to understand. It was skewed, for sure, and it looked like 4C was willing to do anything for his own benefit - but that benefit wasn't materialistic, oh no, it was purely that of getting as much excitement out of life while he still could.
Sty knew that for certain, since each time he tried giving 4C something, the slime didn't even attempt to jump on that offer, most of the time just missing it entirely - unless, of course, he had something fun to do. Yeah, he would ask Sty for iron or lapis or gold, but it wasn't to benefit himself in any way other than doing something exciting, all while wearing half-broken iron armor. Hell, Sty had to throw the diamond armor on the ground before 4C for him to even consider picking it up!
That's what made the blue slime so interesting to Sty. He did do some morally questionable things, a lot of them, actually - but none of them in the name of personal gain. He took so many risks, almost died so many times, and Sty couldn't help but admire 4C’s desire to leave a life most full and exciting before his inevitable death - nobody escapes it, after all.
And Sty feared death, he feared it a lot. The fact 4C didn't, the fact he accepted it, the fact he toyed with it, threading the line without a care in the world? It made Sty feel like he could never team with anyone else but him. Not to save him, no, Sty knew 4C didn't need saving and there was no persuading him from turning from his path, but to be close to him. To be in the eye of the storm.
For each time 4C did something especially questionable, Sty could see a spark in his eyes burning brighter and brighter. Yes, it started with a little thieving and angering of entities that should not be angered, but it grew. It continued. The idea of the arena was his, and the spark of laughter in 4C’s voice when he joked about killing everyone in that arena suggested that it was more than just a joke.
And then 4C did the impossible - he gave ghosts the ability to interact with the world in a major way. The ability to destroy, the ability to kill. And his voice when he explained it? The calmness in it and the burning fire in his eyes? Sty knew he had to stay as close to him as possible, that the storm would consume everything else but him. And hell, was he excited to see it all go down.
And he knew for sure that he wouldn't leave 4C’s side for the entire world. Not just for the safety from the storm, but for the front row seat for its destruction. Why not live a little, after all? Why not have a little fun while you still can? No matter what Gravel says, this is the best teammate Sty could've ever hoped for.