"If being smart granted me autonomy, it would have had to somehow age me out of being a minor. But, you know, what flies without wings? Mountains will crumble and temples will fall, and no man can survive its endless call. Time. Only thing that will get me out of here." And, evidently, painfully slowly. One day, however. "I like it better from you."

Wait, he should explain what he meant. "The accent. You make it sound better." Kind of hot, actually. Maybe he liked country boys after all.

As they finally exited the school, Edward groaned and lifted his hand to shade his eyes. "Why is it so sunny all the time?"