Edward doesn't let go of his hand. There is no shushing, at least not outside of his head. "I'm here." He wouldn't be anywhere else. He isn't sure what he should be doing next even, what he is now.
There isn't even a tool in this facility, this entire city, that could give them even the equivalent of a paper cut. Or at least so he had believed until five minutes ago.
"There must have been something." The frustration is tempering the rush of those ones. It couldn't logically happen just randomly. At least for all he knew, all he'd ever assumed and seen from Carlisle.
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Date: 2010-01-11 04:11 pm (UTC)There isn't even a tool in this facility, this entire city, that could give them even the equivalent of a paper cut. Or at least so he had believed until five minutes ago.
"There must have been something." The frustration is tempering the rush of those ones. It couldn't logically happen just randomly. At least for all he knew, all he'd ever assumed and seen from Carlisle.