"It don't matter, don't worry about it. Go home, Ed. You're free."

Jonathan offered Edward a smile as he stepped out of the cell but his smile wasn't quite right. Something was off. Something wasn't right. He wasn't exactly hiding it either. "You done good, son. I appreciate it." The help, the jail break, the everything. It was good but Edward had to leave. He knew that, above all else, that Edward should probably leave.

Jonathan turned around and started walking away, whistling idly as he did so.