[Edward is spiraling into panic at the moment, and trying to repress that, and trying to hide that he is, but the weight of everything is landing on him like a million pounds, and he is falling, falling. He shuts his eyes and tries, in a method that has become practiced as of late, to shove that down and away. It's harder, now, when things are beginning to feel real again, but it's all he can do. His eyes are slightly bleak in that knowledge when he looks back up at Dylan, fist clenched with his knuckles white against his skin, holding himself into inaction when he wants to tear apart the world to find where he belongs again.]
I suppose you're right. That's been our lot for some time, however.
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I suppose you're right. That's been our lot for some time, however.