It's all wrong. Everything from the limp to the collar is wrong, but here he still is. The goodest rotten boy leading his master to the bone he's just dug up.

Izzy glances at Ed and, for a moment, looks exhausted before packing it tightly back and away with a noncommittal shrug. Where does he begin? Had Ed missed the whole thing?

Maybe he's just looking for a pinpoint.

"There was an explosion somewhere between that faceless witch snapping the storm goddess' neck and deck six falling into the promenade. I was pinned in the rubble."

Which is not at all sexy or interesting when he could had said it was an injury sustained fighting ghosts, which also happened, but it is what it is. Surviving the deck fall was a miracle, and he owes his life to two other real, literal gods. They weren't lying when they swore him safety. He doesn't regret acting their herald.

That collar sitting at his neck isn't just for fashion.

"It's a good thing you didn't come. Shit party, if we're being honest."