His fingers ran over the novelty lighter trigger he had taken back from Eridan, his index stroking the metal almost lovingly. Norman's name cut into his spine, slicing down his nerves. He didn't react to it, not visibly -- the years past had also made him smarter, subtler. Giving Eridan that meaty sliver wouldn't help either of them; reactions could be bullets in delivery.
"You've interacted with Norman often," he said. It was a statement, a few tones short of an accusation. Stern, but without obvious judgment. He took a sharp turn around the corner, heedless now of watching eyes. Eddie was thinking in two places, the here and the prior, and both narratives ran reels in his neurons.
"Partnered?" It was a simple question, cutting to the marrow of their skeletal conversation. Partnered with Norman Osborn on what, recapturing? Interrogation? Torture? Pleasure?
Eddie, of all people, knew the depths of sadism Eridan could sink into.
"Home sweet home," he said, taking the key out to his shoddy Queens brick building. Smoke stacks sung to the sky, adding clouds of gray.
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"You've interacted with Norman often," he said. It was a statement, a few tones short of an accusation. Stern, but without obvious judgment. He took a sharp turn around the corner, heedless now of watching eyes. Eddie was thinking in two places, the here and the prior, and both narratives ran reels in his neurons.
"Partnered?" It was a simple question, cutting to the marrow of their skeletal conversation. Partnered with Norman Osborn on what, recapturing? Interrogation? Torture? Pleasure?
Eddie, of all people, knew the depths of sadism Eridan could sink into.
"Home sweet home," he said, taking the key out to his shoddy Queens brick building. Smoke stacks sung to the sky, adding clouds of gray.