It's not your fault, Kate. I'll find my way back to them, anyhow.
[This rings falser than anything else he's said so far. He's just telling himself and Kate that as a way to make himself feel better, but he'd felt the sword. He knows that's not possible. But if there is a way back...he can't not try to take it, if one ever does open up.]
No one can survive on their own, lass. [He pauses.] It's possible, but it'll drive a man mad, being alone. [See: Charles Vane, poor sod. It's been a long enough time that Edward no longer feels quite so pissed at him as he did when he was younger, just feels pity.] It's good that you had help, everyone should have that. Makes it easier to live, not just to exist.
[As reassuring as he is, he can't help but think, my god, you're younger than my Jenny. What's she doing here, in this frozen hellscape with the rest of them? She's so damn young, she shouldn't be here, yet she is and all he can do about it is try to bolster her self-esteem.
As for the question of whether looting from a dead man's house is weird...]
I may not be the best person to ask that. [Because he has looted so many corpses, ninety percent of which he made, that he honestly forgot that it is, in fact, weird. He scratches at his nose, thinking about how to phrase this without offending her.] I think that respect for the dead is important, but they're not capable of minding anymore if we take something from them. But then my old line of work was...rather bloody, sometimes, so what matters to you has long since become little more than background noise to me.
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[This rings falser than anything else he's said so far. He's just telling himself and Kate that as a way to make himself feel better, but he'd felt the sword. He knows that's not possible. But if there is a way back...he can't not try to take it, if one ever does open up.]
No one can survive on their own, lass. [He pauses.] It's possible, but it'll drive a man mad, being alone. [See: Charles Vane, poor sod. It's been a long enough time that Edward no longer feels quite so pissed at him as he did when he was younger, just feels pity.] It's good that you had help, everyone should have that. Makes it easier to live, not just to exist.
[As reassuring as he is, he can't help but think, my god, you're younger than my Jenny. What's she doing here, in this frozen hellscape with the rest of them? She's so damn young, she shouldn't be here, yet she is and all he can do about it is try to bolster her self-esteem.
As for the question of whether looting from a dead man's house is weird...]
I may not be the best person to ask that. [Because he has looted so many corpses, ninety percent of which he made, that he honestly forgot that it is, in fact, weird. He scratches at his nose, thinking about how to phrase this without offending her.] I think that respect for the dead is important, but they're not capable of minding anymore if we take something from them. But then my old line of work was...rather bloody, sometimes, so what matters to you has long since become little more than background noise to me.