That's right. Blackbeard. Blackbeard who changed his world all those many years ago. Blackbeard who has taught him so much. Blackbeard to whom he has given the prime of his life. Who has continued to awe and inspire him even now for better or worse. Terrifying, horrifying, wonderful, heart stealing Blackbeard.

There might be blood coming out of Izzy's ears from all the fucking rage that's blowing out of them. Don't bother getting petulant because he's got that one covered.

"Neat," he grinds out between bared teeth, taking a step forward to close the small distance between them.

"Because you think he's neat!"

Edward, he could fucking throttle you. Right here. Right now. It's a rage as sure as there's life left in his body but it's more than that. The fire is flamed by anguish. By deep, personal betrayal.

"You broke your promise to me, Edward. Betrayed. Me. Because you think he's neat!?"