{se} I need a cure, prescribe a drug

Edmund lets out a contemplative noise. "I guess that makes sense." Causal sounds like less pressure and frankly, the idea certainly appeals to the young Ancient. Perhaps if he'd remained in Torchline he'd have become more comfortable with such topics. Maeve would have certainly answered any he posed. Yet he doesn't regret a thing, even if he's severely disadvantaged on matters of the heart. Soleil elaborates and Edmund easily settles into the conversation. "My little brother carries a keychain that I made him." Resting his chin on his hand and tapping the bar with his fingers, the Ancient considers just what else might count as a sentimental item. "What about letters? I keep all of the letters I exchange with my family and read them when I'm having a rough day." He probably couldn't live without those letters either. They were a reminder of why he's taken the path that he has and a source of strength. Edmund Reborn In Fire