[Schuldig's eyes dart up from the gun in order to give Edward a poisonous look. Though, to be fair, even if he resents what Edward is implying - the tactic is successful. However brief it might be, Schuldig is distracted from the gun and all thoughts of using it.] You can't begin to fathom how strong I am. I've practically dropped you to your knees with a few seconds of what I've endured my entire life.

[He closes his eyes, fighting down another wave of false memories spurred by Edward's own resurgence. No, they're not friends...Schuldig's never had friends, unless one counts Schwarz, and they're gone. But Keane - no, Keane is dead. He doesn't have any friends either.] ...but everyone has their limit.

[His eyes open again as his fevered mind strikes another thought. It's inevitable; his thoughts are ricocheting off each other, in complete chaos. Eventually they're bound to hit on an idea.] Worried about me, Nigma? Or are you just scared that if the enemy who's beaten you breaks...