[This prompts a short, sharp laugh.] For once, I don't know what to say.

There are two halves of me, Edward. Two people, two different names. And they're both equally convinced they're insane. [He meets Edward's gaze, holding it with almost feverish intensity.] But one half thinks you'll pull me back from the edge, while the other thinks you'd be more than happy to shove me off. I almost don't care which.

I...used to have Crawford for this. [Schuldig has come decidedly to the fore, at least for the moment. And, in that moment, his hand moves to Edward's desk drawer - to where the gun had been last time. It's not there now, to his disappointment, but - yes, he has his own. Keane wouldn't own a gun but Schuldig always carries one. He reaches into his coat and pulls it out, setting it on the desk an equal distance between them - an open, wordless invitation.]