Edward's reaction to the eyemask wasn't one of joy. He stared down at the thing in silence and then read the note, face expressionless until the last few lines. And then the blank look turned into an annoyed one, and he crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash.
"Damn that Crane," he growled as he picked up the box and again and stared down at the eyemask. "Dragging up history at at time like this. That's not me anymore, confound him." He plucked the mask from the box and held it between two fingers like it was some kind of horrible insect. "....... i have a better life now," he said as he looked at it. "One without the pain that he seems to revel in."
The mask was tossed in his briefcase, and he sat back down, smoothing out his suit and tie. His latest secretary poked her head in. "Did you want to reply, Mister Nigma?
"No," was the terse response. "In fact, throw the contents of that waste bin and the box immediately into the trash outside. And then get Mr. Miller on the phone, I need to update him on his case."