A couple reasons. First of all, I don't know if you've completed turning yet, so I don't know if you'll go, well...feral again. Second, you're clearly very scared, and if I release you now, you'd do something like walk out into sunlight and then you'd die.
I'm not going to release you yet. [He can't. He can't. He can't or he'll die. Or get himself killed. Or get them both killed. (Not that they aren't probably dead anyway.)
Oswald just--there's no point in saying any of it.]
Then... Then get the hell away, at least! [Leave the room, then, because he doesn't even have the option to go away.] I don't know what the hell you're doing, but just... stay away from me.
[Edward just shuts his eyes again. Trying to shut out the whole world. Trying not to think about the fact that breathing feels wrong and useless, that he can't feel his heart beating, that he feels so cold--
He wishes he could curl up, at least, but he can't even do that much.]
[Edward waits a little bit. And then he just... tries to figure out if there's a way out of this.
There isn't, though, not that he can see. The bed is sturdy - bolted to the floor...? - and there's nothing nearby that he can use to open up the restraints. They're strong, too. He pulls on them a few times more, trying to feel if there's any give, any weakness.
There's not.
He's... well and truly stuck. And he still doesn't understand any of what happened.
To be honest, he's too tired to try to process it now. At some point, he just sort of... drifts off, with nothing else to do.]
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[...No, focus. One thing at a time. Don't indulge this.]
I'm-- I'm not going to do that. Okay? Just... I can't even shift or sit up like this, Oswald, come on...
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[Shared delusion, apparently, because what else could it be?]
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Oswald just--there's no point in saying any of it.]
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[that, at least, he can do--and he's pulling himself to his feet, ignoring the sharp twinge of his ankle, before moving towards the door.]
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He wishes he could curl up, at least, but he can't even do that much.]
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In case of what, he has no idea, but...in case.
He's just going to go sit on the couch and curl up into a ball and try and figure out what to do next.]
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There isn't, though, not that he can see. The bed is sturdy - bolted to the floor...? - and there's nothing nearby that he can use to open up the restraints. They're strong, too. He pulls on them a few times more, trying to feel if there's any give, any weakness.
There's not.
He's... well and truly stuck. And he still doesn't understand any of what happened.
To be honest, he's too tired to try to process it now. At some point, he just sort of... drifts off, with nothing else to do.]