Right. There was no way that he could fight Harvey off and he couldn't even get himself to move, now that there was a screwdriver by his eyes. A beating he could take, he'd amble training with that. This was a different kind of threat.

So he had to defend himself in different ways. Thinking of how Oswald did it, Edward allowed his breath to hitch, before coming out in a fearful tremble. His pride took a bit of a hit at the whimper. The fear was real, didn't mean that there wasn't part of him that mourned the loss of dignity. He looked up at Harvey and tried to look into his eyes. "Please, Harvey. Please, don't do this. That's not you..."