"Scared of what?" Edna's tone was as flat as ever, as she steered her gaze back over towards the real one. She knew him well enough by now to know he was probably dwelling on things that had happened during their time here, things that none of them could change... a feeling she knew too well. Thousandfold even, if you measured the years.

She turned her back, opening her umbrella and resting it on her shoulder, shielding herself from prying eyes. "If you're worried people are going to get hurt trying to help you, you should realize that it's not just you that has a say in it. Pretty selfish, don't you think, believing you can make up other people's minds for them."

Even Edna had come to accept that she didn't want to leave the family they'd created along the way... Meebos included. Hearing him say something like that was almost as good as a don't follow me anymore. And she didn't want to hear that. Not ever.

"And—" her tone dropped, uncharacteristically, coming in softer than usual, "you know it too. You can't always save everyone."