If I have it, I don’t share it. If I share it, I don’t have it. (WCB R4)

[ainigmatos]

[The planning Edward had done before -- after the last trial, it had been... well, stupid ramblings of a sleep deprived mind, if he was going to be very honest about it. Nothing much of real value, for the most part, except perhaps the idea to use the birds.

There had been a clarity, though, despite the sheer mania of sleep deprivation and the reality of the situation sinking in more with every passing day, week, death. What they were doing wasn't working. Just hoping for the best and investigating whatever new part of town unlocked wasn't stopping anything. Four deaths.

There were just eleven of them left. How much more was that number going to dwindle? While he just sits here and only puts his brain to work after the matter?

No.

He has to do something.

So, he does. He sits and thinks and plots...

And during one evening, Oswald is going to get a visit from one of his ravens, holding a message again. As is becoming commonplace, now, of course...]

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[cephalopterus]

[this one takes a bit longer, with scribbles and a couple inkblots where he wasn't sure how to phrase this or even sure if he should]

just promise that you're going to try and get both of us out alive