Ed is quiet for a long moment. He's processing, trying to think before he speaks, to be like Oswald and play his cards close to his chest. His instinct is to talk, always, but he's trying to play it safer.

It's just like Arkham. They have the power, but he has the smarts.

"I imagine that's easier to say with a straight face when you're not designated as property."

You're an idiot, Eddie.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I'm sorry, I'm just-"

Grovel more, maybe it'll make you seem even more pathetic right now.

Ed shoves his fist against his mouth, to stop the apologies, to stop himself screaming at his other.