[He bristles when Dante says "babysitting," eyes going hard and flinty.]
I'm fast enough to keep up.
[As Mary Read, may her soul rest in peace, would attest: trying to talk Edward down from a choice he's made is like trying to talk to a brick wall. Or a drowning rat determined to get to the piece of cheese at the bottom of the pool. It'll be his own bullheaded spite that kills him if nothing else does, she would say.
At least this time he's fully aware what he's doing, what the consequences might be, even if he doesn't know exactly what's waiting for them. He can guess.
He falls in step right behind the two, taking up the rear and pulling his hood up over his head.]
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I'm fast enough to keep up.
[As Mary Read, may her soul rest in peace, would attest: trying to talk Edward down from a choice he's made is like trying to talk to a brick wall. Or a drowning rat determined to get to the piece of cheese at the bottom of the pool. It'll be his own bullheaded spite that kills him if nothing else does, she would say.
At least this time he's fully aware what he's doing, what the consequences might be, even if he doesn't know exactly what's waiting for them. He can guess.
He falls in step right behind the two, taking up the rear and pulling his hood up over his head.]