[ Eddie has never really tried all that hard to hide his fear and anxiety. He makes jokes, but that’s really more of a coping mechanism for himself. If he can put some humor int he situation, he won’t fully break. If he doesn’t fully break, maybe he can get through it. It’s worked for him in the past, and he’s just hoping a pinch of grim humor will serve him well again.

He’s self-admitted coward. It waxes and it wanes, it comes and it goes, but fear is alway going to be a part of him. In the end, maybe that’s how it’s meant to be. Maybe it’s not a bad thing, but it doesn’t help to make him any less terrified of the unknown right now. ]

You don’t want a souvenir? Seriously? Wow. Talk about ungrateful.

[ He rolls his eyes, but grins as he he allows himself to be yanked to his feet. It’s true; a slight breeze could still push him over. ]

Alright, alright. How about we still start with bottling it up...but you pawn it off on your enemies?