Re: eddie/cat
[A little pause and then:] Italian restaurants, poker with the Russians and the scrape of shoes over pavement. [...] Rooftops, banks, underground tunnels, Bruce's scowl when something went wrong, driving so fast the tires squeal, bright neon green. [Those were the easy answers. The more difficult one comes with another pause:] It reminds me of coming home to someone who knows me, who cares about me, and letting it rub off until I can't smell it anymore.
We'll chalk it up to curiosity, shall we? [...] When she was Muerte she was something bigger than me. Something grand and knowledgeable and sure. More often than not she knew more than I did. It used to make me crazy, but after a while it was like slowly getting to see glimpses of the universe I didn't even know existed. [...] And she used to bring so much peace to me, to the people around me. That's where the nickname came from. Santa Muerte. A demon to people who don't understand her and a saint to people no one else can understand. [...] Then she comes here and she's scattered. Unhappy. Asleep. Looking to me for answers! Like someone tore the saint out of her. [...] I'd rather never touch her than see her like that.
When Eddie gets in trouble it's almost always bad. [...] Remember how I used to swear that I'd stay good and honest even if Bruce and Stephanie weren't around? [...] Remember how I used to really believe it? [...] Heh.