They're already damned enough. I don't see a purpose to bringing them back to play out their deaths. [Edward fiddles lightly and somewhat absently with his hidden blade, watching it spring out of its housing before he slides it back out of view with a flick of his wrist.] Perhaps it's been doing this all this time since they died, and it's only now that anyone else was in town to watch it.
[Or perhaps something is trying to warn them, although that theory isn't one that Edward particularly subscribes to. For one thing, there's not really much to see beyond all the people dying, and for another, everyone in town very clearly died by their own hand or by someone else's or by exposure to the elements. There's no mystery to the direct cause there, just to whatever the fuck pushed them to that point.
He can't help but wonder if it was something that started happening long before Milton's last moments. A town doesn't die all at once.]
Well, I know for certain that the lights are connected to whatever happened to our houses that it's all so bright now. [He is so new to electronic lights and honestly he kinda hates them.]
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[Or perhaps something is trying to warn them, although that theory isn't one that Edward particularly subscribes to. For one thing, there's not really much to see beyond all the people dying, and for another, everyone in town very clearly died by their own hand or by someone else's or by exposure to the elements. There's no mystery to the direct cause there, just to whatever the fuck pushed them to that point.
He can't help but wonder if it was something that started happening long before Milton's last moments. A town doesn't die all at once.]
Well, I know for certain that the lights are connected to whatever happened to our houses that it's all so bright now. [He is so new to electronic lights and honestly he kinda hates them.]