There's that wave of relief, again. That ugly, jagged relief. Finally, Edward is seeing sense. Finally they're realigned. It feels good. Feels like old times, even under postured threat.
Why he's being threatened, he doesn't know, so he doesn't know to shrink back from it. He's done nothing wrong. If anything, Izzy's been trying to follow the righteous path alone. It's been hard, but he isn't alone anymore, is he.
It occurs to Izzy then, that perhaps it's all been a misunderstanding. Maybe Ed was...cursed or something. Under some kind of magic that Izzy doesn't understand. That's why he was disinterested. That's why he was all but a ghosts following Bonnet around.
Maybe it was only Stede who left. Maybe Edward's been here all along, and now he's...what. Free?
He doesn't ask, just nods and shifts himself into gear, searching Edward's face for a long moment before nodding. This is still weird, but it's good enough.
"It's about time. And I've got something good to show you, too. Follow me, sir."
It's an about face, then, back towards deck 5 and the passenger cabins to room 143. Forgive his gait, he really is hurting. It's been a busy month.
"You shaved," he can't help but say as they go. Maybe that's what's really fucking him up. Not the mirror flip in behavior, not the violence rolling off Ed in waves, not the reappearance of leather and war paint.
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Why he's being threatened, he doesn't know, so he doesn't know to shrink back from it. He's done nothing wrong. If anything, Izzy's been trying to follow the righteous path alone. It's been hard, but he isn't alone anymore, is he.
It occurs to Izzy then, that perhaps it's all been a misunderstanding. Maybe Ed was...cursed or something. Under some kind of magic that Izzy doesn't understand. That's why he was disinterested. That's why he was all but a ghosts following Bonnet around.
Maybe it was only Stede who left. Maybe Edward's been here all along, and now he's...what. Free?
He doesn't ask, just nods and shifts himself into gear, searching Edward's face for a long moment before nodding. This is still weird, but it's good enough.
"It's about time. And I've got something good to show you, too. Follow me, sir."
It's an about face, then, back towards deck 5 and the passenger cabins to room 143. Forgive his gait, he really is hurting. It's been a busy month.
"You shaved," he can't help but say as they go. Maybe that's what's really fucking him up. Not the mirror flip in behavior, not the violence rolling off Ed in waves, not the reappearance of leather and war paint.