"I guess he makes a good vi--" Maybe that wasn't the nicest thing to say, so Edward stopped himself from saying any more. Sure, he was not Delite's biggest fan, but it really was not his fault that he was a person with a fragile psyche locked up here, when their number one problem happened to be ableist, racist, homophobic and a bunch of other fun adjectives that seemed to make it so much easier for him to punch down. "He'll be back to his true self soon enough, I'm sure. Always bounces back, doesn't he?" Kind of annoying, generally.

But for now, Delite was focusing on Jonathan, perhaps those therapist vibes working, although lucidity was perhaps a bit much to expect here. Ever, in Edward's humble opinion, for all that Jonathan had told him he had had proper conversations with him before. "It's locked down," Delite told Jonathan now, rather insistently, "He'll lock it down. Throw away the key."

"Enigmatic," Edward Nygma commented fittingly, "Yet on the nose."