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[cheerful:] I know I'm talented, mate, it's just one of my many charms. [More serious now:] I didn't do this as a favor, Jinwoo. She was a threat to you and to the rest of my crew, taking her out was really the only choice I could make. I only regret I hadn't done it sooner and averted the bloodshed.

[He'd planned this for a while. He'd bought cheap and disposable clothes, had learned how to change his hair and his eyes, had followed her around for weeks learning her routine. In all that time he ought to have done it then, but he'd been worried something might go wrong.

Well, something did go wrong, and now people Edward swore to himself he'd keep safe are badly hurt. He'll—He'll check on them, soon. He just needs to iron out his alibi, first.]

Jinwoo...

[He's asking so much of him already. He's asking him to put himself at risk with people he works for, with his team here, possibly even with Lapis. He fiddles restlessly with his bracer, the hidden blade now clean of Teresa's blood.

Leap of faith. Time to let him in on what he's thinking.]

I don't think a teleportation will be necessary, no. I want people to see me leaving the Vogue later: drunk, swaying, barely able to stand. You all know I've been...off-balance, recently, [which is a nice way of saying he's been dealing with shock after shock,] and I've been known to get horribly drunk when that happens. If you'll allow it, I'll be hanging off your arm, needing someone sober to get me back to the docks.

[He shrugs.]

After all, what harm could a rum-sodden old pirate such as me do?

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[ he's aware of the danger he's putting himself into. He knows how the Order works--but other than the branch in Kaisou, what has the Order ever done for him? Kidnap him from his family with threats of sealing away the entity keeping him alive, forcing him to go on do-or-die missions, to fake his death, lose his family, the goal he'd worked towards his whole life...

No. as much as this is to help one of his friends--one of his Only friends outside of the Order--it was also spite. He was doing this to spite the people who had ruined his life. And boy can you run on spite for a long time. ]

...I know. Between you losing your family by being transported here, a world hundreds of years in the future. Finding out you have--had a family but are unable to hold it in your hands any longer.

I have memories of a past life where I had a family. Even a son, too. But that was a life lived and gone. You didn't get to participate in any of it, and there's never a promise you'll ever get to go home from this place.
If any man in Kaisou deserves to drink himself silly, it's you, Edward.

And as such--as your friend.
I'll see you safely get home. No matter how much of a silly drunk you become, no matter how much of a handful you become.

Even if I have to tie you to Tank's back and carry you home while you sing me a tale of the sea and of loves and lost.

I'll even drink with you.

I can't get drunk still, but. It's the thought that counts, isn't it?