"It isn't the Establishment who watches me," he said. Not Big Brother, but his brethren. Edward had long ago figured out where surveillance was kept, the unspoken leash taut. He couldn't be trusted. Not even the Resistance could trust him.
His own brain cells rebelled against him.
"Taking a rather long time cooking, aren't you?" The comment was wry, speckled by a quirk of his lips. Eridan, it seemed, was more captivated with conversation that culinary endeavors. The observation was born from humor, but its pragmatism had legs: Eddie wanted to distract his company.
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"It isn't the Establishment who watches me," he said. Not Big Brother, but his brethren. Edward had long ago figured out where surveillance was kept, the unspoken leash taut. He couldn't be trusted. Not even the Resistance could trust him.
His own brain cells rebelled against him.
"Taking a rather long time cooking, aren't you?" The comment was wry, speckled by a quirk of his lips. Eridan, it seemed, was more captivated with conversation that culinary endeavors. The observation was born from humor, but its pragmatism had legs: Eddie wanted to distract his company.
"Or do you find the delay therapeutic?"