Ed doesn't move. He's not even surprised. He knew something was off... could smell it. This Izzy hasn't seen Ed weak. Hasn't looked him dead in the eyes and told him that he wished that he was dead. Wished that the English killed him... because what he was repulsed him so much he'd rather his head be taken back to the King on a spire.

It's no good telling Izzy about that part. It does him no service. Izzy should never see him that fucking weak again. Ed would rather die, he thinks. Make good on Izzy’s wish. The story doesn't matter, of course. All that matters is that in the end, Izzy Hands got what he wanted. And this is it.

"Mhm..." Ed hums, leaning back in his seat. "I'm what comes next."