[ The way Ed's voice carried that distinctive enthusiastic tone was a strange sort of disorienting in contrast to what Oswald could only perceive as a living nightmare. For someone he claimed again and again to know so well, current circumstances had him beginning to severely question that train of thought. How could different be a good thing? Different is what had torn them apart to begin with. Different thoughts, different emotions, different desires.
But, even among the uncertain, there would always be a riddle. And just like the lovesick emotional fool he was and always would be, he desperately wanted love to be the answer. A breathy laugh escaped, but he wasn't sure what he was laughing about. What was more funny: the idea of letting his blind heart lead him to his downfall yet again, or the possibility of that riddle actually having an answer anywhere close to what he was hoping for it to be? ]
Ed, I... [ It would have been so easy to say he didn't know and save himself the humiliation of being wrong. But he couldn't live with that. He couldn't live with uncertainty about them anymore. Right or wrong, a trick or the truth, he had to know. ] Love. It's love.
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But, even among the uncertain, there would always be a riddle. And just like the lovesick emotional fool he was and always would be, he desperately wanted love to be the answer. A breathy laugh escaped, but he wasn't sure what he was laughing about. What was more funny: the idea of letting his blind heart lead him to his downfall yet again, or the possibility of that riddle actually having an answer anywhere close to what he was hoping for it to be? ]
Ed, I... [ It would have been so easy to say he didn't know and save himself the humiliation of being wrong. But he couldn't live with that. He couldn't live with uncertainty about them anymore. Right or wrong, a trick or the truth, he had to know. ] Love. It's love.