For the first time in probably ever, Edwin wished that Oliver would stop talking. Simms was scary, yeah, but talking about what Reginald had told them, and genetic modifiers, and backups... That shit scared him more than Simms. He knew that Oliver knew that, though he didn't blame him for bringing it up. It was relevant, and important, and it wasn't Oliver's fault that the implications were horrifying. He took another deep breath, then closed his eyes for a moment as he reminded himself that just because they were holding onto one backup didn't mean that they were holding on to everyone's backups. His siblings were fine at home. This was just a weird fluke.
"They could have just sent him back now instead of Lila, but They sent her. That feels like... I don't know, something," he said after a few deep breaths. "Maybe it wasn't even Simms. They can make Plague Doctors and actual monsters. Maybe They just... made another one. I don't know. I need a hug now." He shifted to be in front of Oliver, wrapping his other arm around him and holding him tight. "I fucking hate this place," he grumbled.