[ Making himself scarce and silent to avoid harm is nearly a reflex at this point, but never had he felt so certain that capture would mean death. He's only spotted their pursuers for seconds at a time, but he's paid careful attention to the fallout. The size, weight, materials they're crushing far surpass any resistance he could offer. Even the Batman, for all his prowess, was so pitifully human in the end, and the plan had inadvertently kept him at a safe distance.
He's also never had an accomplice, let alone one so loud. He's snap, on a worse day, but the consequence of being the one to pinpoint their location keeps Edward silent. Tense, a tremor running through his limbs, but silent. It's one instead of a crowd, Edward notes, clawing for optimism. It paces their aisle, back and forth, so near he can't bring himself to count the laps. Instead he tenses, readies himself to sprint. Then it's gone as quickly as it came, disappearing into some other segment of the greater area. Muffling a very long, staggered sigh into a coat, Edward turns to meet Papyrus' eye, canting his head this way and that. A silent question to ready himself: which way are we going?
And then an audible suggestion, another whisper. ] Now or never, seems like.
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He's also never had an accomplice, let alone one so loud. He's snap, on a worse day, but the consequence of being the one to pinpoint their location keeps Edward silent. Tense, a tremor running through his limbs, but silent. It's one instead of a crowd, Edward notes, clawing for optimism. It paces their aisle, back and forth, so near he can't bring himself to count the laps. Instead he tenses, readies himself to sprint. Then it's gone as quickly as it came, disappearing into some other segment of the greater area. Muffling a very long, staggered sigh into a coat, Edward turns to meet Papyrus' eye, canting his head this way and that. A silent question to ready himself: which way are we going?
And then an audible suggestion, another whisper. ] Now or never, seems like.