“You’ll have to tell me about those sometime,” says Edward, although the idea of it makes him uneasy in a way it never really did before he knew he had a child. Being a father softens your heart, makes it harder to look at someone younger and not see your own children. Being a father separated forever from his children—

Well. He can’t do anything about that right now.

His eyes flick about, checking the treetops, the bushes. If his Sense was working, he’d be using it right now to see if anything was watching from the bushes. Instead he has to rely on his own eyes, and right now it’s a little too dark for that. They need to adjust first.

“So what questions did you want answered, coming out here?” he asks.