Since Kim had arrived, to say that Edward had existed in something of a blissful reverie would have been something of a vast understatement. The young creation seemed to be the only one largely untouched by tragedy in this place; whenever it happened, he was, of course, extremely sad, but he seemed to move on far more easily than most others. If someone like, say, Kim had been found dead, he would have been more severely affected, certainly, but as it was, the people who were passing away were people he had known briefly, if at all, and for someone almost sixty years old, a few days or weeks just didn't last that long.
He recognized Remy's red hair at a distance, knowing immediately that it wasn't Kim's. Kim's hair leaned more blond than red, anyway, and Gambits was a deeper, richer color. Edward still liked looking at it. "Hi! Hi, hello!" He greeted in his usual cheerful way. "Gambit! You aren't dead! I'm glad!"