"War is not happening again," he said, a little more sharply than he would have liked. "You're talking about a bunch of blokes with a plan--a plan which you're on to, I might add." He refused to think that yet. Refused.
He shook his head. "Then you cage the bastards for an eternity. Worse than death," he replied. If they wanted to live forever then they could do that at the bottom of the ocean.
"You like to carry the weight of the bloody world on your shoulders," he corrected, his body language finally easing. "You're not ruining breakfast. If we can't talk about these things then what's the point? I'm not always going to agree with you but it doesn't mean I don't want to hear."
He was a Hit Wizard, after all. He knew there was dark shit out there--he'd seen it, killed it, tried to drown it out... But that didn't mean he wanted to live his life with it consuming his every action. Some people did that. Some people lived on edge, looking around every corner. Edgar's way was probably more reckless but at least he had some semblance of a life he was content with most of the time.
"Go on," he said, nodding towards the sofa with ample blankets at the end that were Marlene's alone. "You nap and I'll shower before serenading you with my impeccable musical skills."