Re: eddie/muerte quicklog
[There was no doubt in Eddie's mind that Muerte enjoyed seeing life bloom. That was the essence of the saint beyond the protection of people who fell in the category other. Life was a celebration, death was the last party and the rest was an unknown.]
[Eddie looked at her and suddenly Marcus felt a little heavy in his arms. The boy was still warm and breathing, of course. Eddie just didn't realize how much weight the kids of Gotham carried around with them. He looked down at the sleeping child and then back up to Muerte.] I'm sorry. [It didn't mean much, but he was.] I didn't choose to come back here, either. [He slowly stood and gently laid Marcus down in one of the empty cribs. He stopped and looked down at the kid, deciding that he didn't care what kind of baby he had. Boy, girl. It didn't matter anymore.]
[Eddie turned to look at Muerte, leaning on the crib railing.] Do you want anyone to know you're here?