Every little shift makes Eddy's fingers tense on his staff further, and he gets the distinct impression that this man isn't feeling the least bit threatened by them. He wishes he felt the same way. This memory is all dark corners, but taking eyes off this man for more than a few seconds seems like the greatest risk.

Should have asked Pouch to find his damn wand.

"Place looks like shit," Eddy agrees, pressing his shoulder back against Chanel's. Whatever happens, they're in this together. Two Thorntrails, standing their ground. It's still all false bravado when he adds, "Got the heart back. Brood's coming back. Seems like you're still fucking up."