Faith is all he has at this point, and it is starting to seriously waver.
Knowing the future doesn't help, however the hell that is supposed to work. He isn't sure if Ed knows and is just playing nice, but he doubts it. If he did then their greeting would have gone very, very differently.
Izzy grunts as he's released and rubs his wrist, torqued as it was, and older than it used to be. It's always hurt, being pinned like that, he's just more aware of it these days. Still, it's a small price to pay for winning the interaction. And he feels he has.
Sort of.
Play nice with Bonnet. Fine. He can bear it to a point, and there are much larger things at play here.
"So we're keeping surveillance on the ship, yeah?"
Right back to business, stuffing down all his pain and betrayal for another time more private. Blackbeard doesn't care about emotions. He won't tolerate them in Izzy and Izzy does what all good dogs do and heels to the command of his master's voice.
This game is as old as they are and it is incredible just how quickly Izzy slides back into place at Edward's elbow. Sickeningly, pathetically, it makes him feel better. Makes him feel right again. He's worried, yeah. Stressed, yeah. But their codependency runs so much deeper, with sharp, backwards claws that are impossible to remove without taking fistfuls of flesh with them.
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Knowing the future doesn't help, however the hell that is supposed to work. He isn't sure if Ed knows and is just playing nice, but he doubts it. If he did then their greeting would have gone very, very differently.
Izzy grunts as he's released and rubs his wrist, torqued as it was, and older than it used to be. It's always hurt, being pinned like that, he's just more aware of it these days. Still, it's a small price to pay for winning the interaction. And he feels he has.
Sort of.
Play nice with Bonnet. Fine. He can bear it to a point, and there are much larger things at play here.
"So we're keeping surveillance on the ship, yeah?"
Right back to business, stuffing down all his pain and betrayal for another time more private. Blackbeard doesn't care about emotions. He won't tolerate them in Izzy and Izzy does what all good dogs do and heels to the command of his master's voice.
This game is as old as they are and it is incredible just how quickly Izzy slides back into place at Edward's elbow. Sickeningly, pathetically, it makes him feel better. Makes him feel right again. He's worried, yeah. Stressed, yeah. But their codependency runs so much deeper, with sharp, backwards claws that are impossible to remove without taking fistfuls of flesh with them.
"Have we got a crew or is it just us?"