A dilemma proposition. Eddie recoiled at the sight, his skin crawling under those tightly done knots. The psychological impact was noted, and Eridan's use of Eddie's own weaponry forced that extra salt in the blood. The older man swallowed, hesitating, analyzing the two.
Black. More sinister, more professional, more akin to Eridan's self-perception.
Green. Smaller. Less assuming. A reflection of Eddie, likely, so -- agonizing, meticulous.
"The black one."
He drew a sharp breath, his mouth dry.
"You're not going to kill me, Eridan. You've admitted as much. So what do you hope to accomplish, hmm? What's worth committing to something you're sure to regret?"
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Black. More sinister, more professional, more akin to Eridan's self-perception.
Green. Smaller. Less assuming. A reflection of Eddie, likely, so -- agonizing, meticulous.
"The black one."
He drew a sharp breath, his mouth dry.
"You're not going to kill me, Eridan. You've admitted as much. So what do you hope to accomplish, hmm? What's worth committing to something you're sure to regret?"