[To be honest, the threat barely registers. Partly because it's so damn familiar, almost expected -- Lots of people from the wasteland would say, or mean, similar. But mostly it's because Edward's now very preoccupied.]
Wrong... [he echoes in a mutter. He's not sure how to answer that. "Wrong" as in, it shouldn't look like this? Or "wrong" as in... something not functioning right? Or...
Instead of answering properly, Edward goes ahead and gets out of bed, makes his way towards a vanity on the other side of the room. He's tall enough that, in order to get a proper look at himself, he has to plant both hands on the desk and lean over.
He hasn't seen the face staring back at him in two hundred some-odd years. The surprise of it actually makes him recoil a little. He straightens and turns his back to the mirror. He... can't deal with that right now. Not when there's someone else in the room -- someone he doesn't know at all.]
There's more wrong than I can begin to count. [Yeah. Sure. Let's put it like that.] Don't you think?
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Wrong... [he echoes in a mutter. He's not sure how to answer that. "Wrong" as in, it shouldn't look like this? Or "wrong" as in... something not functioning right? Or...
Instead of answering properly, Edward goes ahead and gets out of bed, makes his way towards a vanity on the other side of the room. He's tall enough that, in order to get a proper look at himself, he has to plant both hands on the desk and lean over.
He hasn't seen the face staring back at him in two hundred some-odd years. The surprise of it actually makes him recoil a little. He straightens and turns his back to the mirror. He... can't deal with that right now. Not when there's someone else in the room -- someone he doesn't know at all.]
There's more wrong than I can begin to count. [Yeah. Sure. Let's put it like that.] Don't you think?