Eddy hovers somewhere between Winter and Armani. Wandless. Though of everyone here he's definitely not the savant. But then he's more of a fists first problem solver, anyway.

The sight outdoors is sobering after two relatively easy jaunts through happy memories. The destruction seems endless and there are no good options here. Just one hopefully a little less worse than the other.

He squeezes Armani's hand as he takes it, his own no less sweaty.

"Go for it," he agrees, having been moments away from snatching Winter's shoe himself. It's maybe not the most reassuring plan endorsement.