Edward is fuming. Any angrier and there would be steam coming out of his nostrils.

"You took that away from me." he growls, because the best for him was a life away from it all, a life with Stede. And without him, there was nothing but darkness.

"Ironic isn't it? That everyone seems to think they know what's best for me. That everyone decides that isn't my fucking decision."

Izzy hadn't, either. Took that into his own hands too, didn't he? Edward's had just about enough of that. No one gets to tell him how to live anymore.