"I need the names, Ed. See, it don't matter no more, none of this. It's all just a stupid joke and all I want, all I need, is a name." Harvey came close to Edward and it wasn't hard to overpower him. Edward may not have been in a coma for half a year but he wasn't exactly strong. And right now, it didn't matter if he was working on reduce muscles and probably a brewing infection, Harvey felt nothing. He was pure strength with nothing to slow him down.
He had the screwdriver right under Edward's eye now. "Tell me the name, Ed. It's be a fucking shame to lose your left eye. Trust me, I fucking know."
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..."
"No, it ain't." Harvey admitted as he watched Edward whimper and shiver under him. And then, after a moment of slight hesitation, he kept his screwdriver there. "That's why Harvey ain't here. I am. And I want to know the fucking name. I won't walk away, Eddie. Give me a fucking name."
Harvey wasn't about to back down. Well, not Harvey, his head was somewhere else entirely. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to hurt Ed.
Right. Not Harvey. And here fucking Jon wouldn't even believe him about a less extreme dissociative episode. Edward licked his lips and tried to recall anything he knew about DID, hating the lack of data he had to work with. Jonathan had rambled about it on a number of occasion, usually critical of it even being a thing and always criticising any instance of it occurring in media. Somehow Jon had never bothered to treat him to a lecture on how to deal when a very aggressive split personality threatened to take one's eye out.
As he came up short of anything else, naturally, his brain defaulted to riddling. "Not all birds of prey are up in the sky; some are found in the city, not soaring as high."
"... It's a bird." A bird threw acid at him. Okay, that baffled Harvey enough that he did lower the screwdriver. And as he lowered it and felt Edward exhale in relief, he fumbled and dropped the screwdriver. Oh shit.
Suddenly dizzy, Harvey let go of Ed and stumbled away from him, losing his footing and hitting the floor. Fuck. He looked at Edward, eyes wide with panic.
"... I'm sorry, Eddie. I don't know what came over me." Harvey sucked in a pained breath and curled into himself, arms over his head as if to protect his face. "I'm not-- I'm not well. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"You don't say." Suddenly less animated in that ruined part of his face, suddenly looking obviously paid. Suddenly talking differently, voice not as deep. Body language had changed even before Harvey fell over, curled up. Edward was observing and filing information away, while he felt it inside his mind and around his heart, walls being built up.
Why care about Harvey? Attachment was a weakness. He bent down to pick up the screwdriver and tossed it over onto his bed and well out of the way. Then he stepped closer to Harvey, looking down at him.
And his chest seized. Why did his heart hurt? "...you need medical treatment. You'll get an infection like this. I'm sorry, Harvey. I really am. I'm sorry this happened to you, but you can't let it kill you." He crouched down and tentatively put a hand on his shoulder. "You need help."
"I just want to go home, Eddie. I just want to go back home." Harvey admitted as he inhaled sharply and wished he didn't feel like he was going to cry. Crying was immensely painful. "I don't trust them, at the hospital. They're against me, I know they are. I've heard them!"
Or, at least, in his psychosis he had. He wanted to go and see his dad, despite the bastard never wanting to see him. "Let me go home. Just for a sec, Eddie. Don't call the cops, please. I just wanna... I wanna see my dad."
"Now, why the hell would I call the cops to come to my place?" Ah, Harvey. Spending so much time pretending not to be a Narrows kid that he really did not know a thing about the code people around here lived by. The one that had nothing to do with the law and everything with survival. "You want to see your dad. Right. Granted, not something I can relate to."
Edward shrugged. "I mean... Do you want to walk there? Home, I mean."
It wasn't because he missed him, a very different feeling was ruling him now. Rejection. Hurt. Anger. He wanted to understand why his dad didn't come and the more he didn't know, the worse it got. He hoped it was grief and once he knew that, he could let go of the anger. Harvey pulled himself up and looked at Edward, nervous and unsure. "I can go alone. I can see fine in the right eye."
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He had the screwdriver right under Edward's eye now. "Tell me the name, Ed. It's be a fucking shame to lose your left eye. Trust me, I fucking know."
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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..."
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Harvey wasn't about to back down. Well, not Harvey, his head was somewhere else entirely. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to hurt Ed.
Luckily, someone else would do it for him.
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As he came up short of anything else, naturally, his brain defaulted to riddling. "Not all birds of prey are up in the sky; some are found in the city, not soaring as high."
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Suddenly dizzy, Harvey let go of Ed and stumbled away from him, losing his footing and hitting the floor. Fuck. He looked at Edward, eyes wide with panic.
"... I'm sorry, Eddie. I don't know what came over me." Harvey sucked in a pained breath and curled into himself, arms over his head as if to protect his face. "I'm not-- I'm not well. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
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Why care about Harvey? Attachment was a weakness. He bent down to pick up the screwdriver and tossed it over onto his bed and well out of the way. Then he stepped closer to Harvey, looking down at him.
And his chest seized. Why did his heart hurt? "...you need medical treatment. You'll get an infection like this. I'm sorry, Harvey. I really am. I'm sorry this happened to you, but you can't let it kill you." He crouched down and tentatively put a hand on his shoulder. "You need help."
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Or, at least, in his psychosis he had. He wanted to go and see his dad, despite the bastard never wanting to see him. "Let me go home. Just for a sec, Eddie. Don't call the cops, please. I just wanna... I wanna see my dad."
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Edward shrugged. "I mean... Do you want to walk there? Home, I mean."
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It wasn't because he missed him, a very different feeling was ruling him now. Rejection. Hurt. Anger. He wanted to understand why his dad didn't come and the more he didn't know, the worse it got. He hoped it was grief and once he knew that, he could let go of the anger. Harvey pulled himself up and looked at Edward, nervous and unsure. "I can go alone. I can see fine in the right eye."