[patpat.] It did. Get messy, I mean. For myself, mostly. [He will kill Bart Roberts for his betrayal when he gets back, he's sure of that much.] How do you not get too confused? Holding the memories of two different lives inside your head.
[Edward chuckles, then, and ducks his head briefly. He...has ruined quite a few lives, hasn't he. And money had been his only aim—money, and the glory.]
You're a better man than some I could name. [He says this softly, a little sadly. Like he's known too many people who he really, honestly thought could be better than they were. (Like he might start to count himself as one of them.)] I might tell you about them, given some rum.
Aye, I can safely say I've sailed from Havana to Principe and I've not seen anyone quite like you. [Watching more of the musical on stage, and then tilting his head to the side in sheer and utter bemusement.] Or anything quite like this. Who is this Lloyd Webber, and where can I find whatever it is he's drinking?
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[Edward chuckles, then, and ducks his head briefly. He...has ruined quite a few lives, hasn't he. And money had been his only aim—money, and the glory.]
You're a better man than some I could name. [He says this softly, a little sadly. Like he's known too many people who he really, honestly thought could be better than they were. (Like he might start to count himself as one of them.)] I might tell you about them, given some rum.
Aye, I can safely say I've sailed from Havana to Principe and I've not seen anyone quite like you. [Watching more of the musical on stage, and then tilting his head to the side in sheer and utter bemusement.] Or anything quite like this. Who is this Lloyd Webber, and where can I find whatever it is he's drinking?