[Sir... someone else is nearby. Someone is calling him sir, and it's not filled with pain, not screamed, not whispered in a dying gurgle. Someone is calling him sir, and Edward straightens his back a little and takes a deep breath. It clears his head a little, and his puppy presses close against his calf. If they were in danger, the puppy would be reacting, wouldn't he? He's a dog, and dogs want to protect their masters. Dogs die to protect their masters.]
I... yes. Yes, I am all right.
[Edward turns in the direction of the man's voice, and for a moment, the man isn't a stranger. The man is Barrow, his friend, the first friend he made after everything changed, and Edward takes a step closer, his arm not holding the stick lifting at the elbow, offered towards his friend.]
I apologize, I... things wandered away from me for a bit there.
[If Barrow is here, everything will be all right. Edward doesn't need to be afraid any longer.]
that's all I play anymore
I... yes. Yes, I am all right.
[Edward turns in the direction of the man's voice, and for a moment, the man isn't a stranger. The man is Barrow, his friend, the first friend he made after everything changed, and Edward takes a step closer, his arm not holding the stick lifting at the elbow, offered towards his friend.]
I apologize, I... things wandered away from me for a bit there.
[If Barrow is here, everything will be all right. Edward doesn't need to be afraid any longer.]