"Is it not?" Edward poised the question on his tongue, before that tongue licked over his teeth. He held onto Eridan. Tightly. No more scratching, no choking, just pinning. Eddie relied on the force of his motions, his intensity -- he had yet to gain back the weight lost during his captivity. He took his pressure on Eridan as a good sign, that he still held that entrancing power.

"You don't think that empathy can be learned? Fff-forced into your skull by wires and steel blades?" He couldn't help the stutter. This was an emotional topic.

One hand slid up Eridan's shoulder, pushing it back down.

"I can't say I don't hold, at least, s-some sympathy for you. It was a hard choice to make. They can be so persuasive."