E.N
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When did he become so soft? When did killing someone become an issue? When did killing Oswald become an issue? He's done this before, he's planned for every possible outcome, he's replayed them all over and over in his head for weeks. Why is it that today is any different?
Oswald has that awful pity look on his face. He wants to smack it off, but he cant bring himself to do it. There is a barrier between them; a brick wall paved together by unresolved feelings and simmering angst.
Logically, he knows that ghosts don't exist. But he and Oswald are grieving the kinship they shared, and perhaps the only way to complete what he came here to do today is to lay his feelings to rest.
O.C
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Self preservation is etched into his skin like a carving. It runs through his veins and flickers in his brain. He knows how to get out of any and every situation better than he knows how to tie his shoes. After all he was, at times, a triple agent for many sides of the organised crime dice. He rolled doubles every time, and somehow made it around the board back to Go to collect his $200.
He is a hurricane. He is a midsummer storm. He is a wolf in sheeps clothing. It's hard to know if he's talking about himself or Ed. They share so many traits after their months working and living side by side.
"Are you going to tell me what it is you need from me? Or are we going to stand here all afternoon in this dank old townhouse sharing awkward eye contact?" He has to be blunt. He has to take control of this situation. He needs to self preserve.
Ed sighs and walks a few steps back. He slides his glasses off with his left hand, and pinches the bridge of his nose with the other.
"Okay, well, I brought you here to kill you." He says it so plainly, like the previous moments of confusion and vulnerability have been swept under a rug. He scoffs at Ed's transparency.
"Yes, well, I assumed the gun to my head wasn't how 'The Riddler' greeted all of his old friends." He says the name with a sarcastic overtone.
Ed scowls at the remark with dark eyes.
"Yes, well, it's evident I won't be able to complete that mission.'
"And why is that?" His short temper is flickering.
"I cannot be bought, but I can be stolen with one glance. I'm worthless to one but priceless to two. What am I?"
