Superbia (pride), n. The excessive love of one's own excellence.
The reason why we lost was because you didn't listen to me. I score as well as I do on tests because I'm smarter than you are, I'm faster than you are, and I'm just plain better than you are, and the teachers knew it when they gave me you incompetent bastards! We're going to go over that formation until no one makes a single mistake, and then you're going to run laps until dinner!
Invidia (envy), n. A sorrow which one entertains at another's well being because of a view that one's own excellence is in consequence lessened.
No, I'm not happy he got promoted. Why would I be? I've been in Condor nine months and I don't have a toon, and some miserable, stupid asshole who sucks up to the teachers and pretends everyone likes him gets an army to wreck, and I'm supposed to congratulate him?
Ira (wrath), n. The desire for vengeance.
I told you if anyone in here said that name I'd kill them!
Acedia (sloth), n. Sadness in the face of some spiritual good which one has to achieve.
Ma, I just want to sleep. I've only been landside for nine hours and you want me to sit and listen to someone talking for an hour so you can tell your friends what a nice young man I've become?
Avarita (greed), n. The inordinate love for riches.
No, I won't contribute to buying something for her. What? I don't care that it's her birthday and she hasn't been feeling well! When I graduate I want to have every single penny the Fleet deigned to give me so that I can spend it on whatever the hell I want.
Gula (gluttony), n. The excessive indulgence in food and drink.
If you're not going to eat that, I will. What? It's not like there's anything besides food to enjoy up here.
Luxuria (lust), n. The inordinate craving for, or indulgence of, the carnal pleasure which is experienced in the human organs of generation.
They have three things they're counting on, Hackley. First, we were all raised together, and so they expect at least some influence from the Westermarck effect. Second, we're all a little sleep-deprived and none of us has much time alone. Third, I'm pretty sure there's some mood-balancing and -leveling going on in our food, and that depresses libido. Unfortunately, that doesn't keep you and Murphy from being, uh, you and Murphy and, er, doing what you and Murphy, uh, do, and, well, just because it'll never happen doesn't mean I can't fantasize. All the damn time, um.