[Edward swallows a little bit. Of course he hasn't bothered to say a word about what he's seen. Not to Susan, not to Slugger. It isn't for them to understand. It isn't their answer to comprehend, it's his.
Question: "What makes Schuldig tick? What made him into the monster he is today?" That night, Edward had found the answer. Or, at least, he was starting to find it. And though he never went through anything quite as traumatizing as the German had, he... No. Not pitied. It wasn't pity that Edward felt. It was a sense of understanding.]
...I haven't said a word. And I won't. You don't need to threaten me.
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Question: "What makes Schuldig tick? What made him into the monster he is today?" That night, Edward had found the answer. Or, at least, he was starting to find it. And though he never went through anything quite as traumatizing as the German had, he... No. Not pitied. It wasn't pity that Edward felt. It was a sense of understanding.]
...I haven't said a word. And I won't. You don't need to threaten me.