[Edward is still quiet, thinking to himself. Going over what Oswald just told him, yes, but not just that. Going over the events that happened today. Trying to see if he can remember anything, even just a sliver of that conversation, but all he has to go in is when he woke up afterwards.
Think of it like a puzzle, Oswald had said, and that's what he's doing now. In this case, the puzzle is Oswald. It's Edward. It's the both of them, in some sort of strange, three-dimensional, over-complicated conundrum. Pieces he needs hazy, vanishing randomly, or long since buried on purpose. But if he could only solve simple puzzles, well.
He'd be a sorry excuse for a Riddler, wouldn't he?
Edward doesn't seem to entirely hear Oswald's question. He does, sort of. He recognizes that there is a sound, but the words don't register under the far more distracting weight of his own thoughts. And Oswald might need to wait a moment, before getting an answer. He's already moving, standing up. It's not actually until Oswald's taken a few steps before there's an answer.]
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Think of it like a puzzle, Oswald had said, and that's what he's doing now. In this case, the puzzle is Oswald. It's Edward. It's the both of them, in some sort of strange, three-dimensional, over-complicated conundrum. Pieces he needs hazy, vanishing randomly, or long since buried on purpose. But if he could only solve simple puzzles, well.
He'd be a sorry excuse for a Riddler, wouldn't he?
Edward doesn't seem to entirely hear Oswald's question. He does, sort of. He recognizes that there is a sound, but the words don't register under the far more distracting weight of his own thoughts. And Oswald might need to wait a moment, before getting an answer. He's already moving, standing up. It's not actually until Oswald's taken a few steps before there's an answer.]