Re: Muerte / Eddie
They've always been different than most. [...] But I think you're right. I think she needs more than he gives. Maybe more than he can give. And I don't think it's either of their faults, but it doesn't match up. [Her writing is slow - it makes her a little sad to think about.]
Oh. [She'd thought that losing him to something overwhelmingly neon would be bad. But the thought of him dull and subdued is much, much worse. Her pen goes darker:] Then come home. [No hesitation on the last word at all. She feels a little guilty, thinking of everyone that can't leave, especially the kids at the home she helped run. And she silently hopes for the best for them, but...] Is there anything stopping you?