or at least, he told himself he didn't. most of those instances (wigglerhood brushes with death, torrid FLARP matches, duels gone bad) could be explained away. and he told himself, sliding down the grimy ladder into grimier water, that what he felt was only nervous anticipation, not fear. that he, the great Eridan Ampora/Orphaner Dualscar/Prince of Hope, after swatting a cockroach off his sleeve and turning on his flashlight, would soon find that there was nothing to be anticipating besides a discussion between moirails. that the sewer, crawling with all sorts of things he tried not to shine his flashlight on, didn't unnerve him.
he didn't need Eddie around to know those were lies.]
Ed?
[he pulled the ugly green and purple scarf up over his nose and mouth, and sloshed onwards, occasionally calling Eddie's name and listening to it echo. Eddie wouldn't hurt him. Eddie wouldn't hurt him. the thought (mantra) offered shallow comfort.
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or at least, he told himself he didn't. most of those instances (wigglerhood brushes with death, torrid FLARP matches, duels gone bad) could be explained away. and he told himself, sliding down the grimy ladder into grimier water, that what he felt was only nervous anticipation, not fear. that he, the great Eridan Ampora/Orphaner Dualscar/Prince of Hope, after swatting a cockroach off his sleeve and turning on his flashlight, would soon find that there was nothing to be anticipating besides a discussion between moirails. that the sewer, crawling with all sorts of things he tried not to shine his flashlight on, didn't unnerve him.
he didn't need Eddie around to know those were lies.]
Ed?
[he pulled the ugly green and purple scarf up over his nose and mouth, and sloshed onwards, occasionally calling Eddie's name and listening to it echo. Eddie wouldn't hurt him. Eddie wouldn't hurt him. the thought (mantra) offered shallow comfort.
Eddie wouldn't, but Riddler might.]