Now that they were alive, Charles could spot the slight color differences on Edwin's face too. He was going green for a second there. But before Charles could pursue that line, Edwin spoke.
Ah. Charles' hand lowered as he was processing what Edwin just said. Then he put down his food, and wiped his mouth as he walked around the desk to go to him. He gently slid a hand on his back, leaning in to try and look into Edwin's face.
"First of all, not everything can kill us," he said with a small smile. But, at one point he could understand why Edwin was afraid of that. The way he died. The way he was... treated in Hell. Charles got it... he did... it was just... "We could still help people? It could still be our purpose, just a little differently, yeah? Would it really be so inconvenient to eat once in a while? To grow older?"
Deep down, Charles knew what Edwin would pick if he could. But he wouldn't be Charles Rowland if he wouldn't try. If he wouldn't try to convince Edwin that being alive was worth it.
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Date: 2025-03-01 08:13 pm (UTC)Ah. Charles' hand lowered as he was processing what Edwin just said. Then he put down his food, and wiped his mouth as he walked around the desk to go to him. He gently slid a hand on his back, leaning in to try and look into Edwin's face.
"First of all, not everything can kill us," he said with a small smile. But, at one point he could understand why Edwin was afraid of that. The way he died. The way he was... treated in Hell. Charles got it... he did... it was just... "We could still help people? It could still be our purpose, just a little differently, yeah? Would it really be so inconvenient to eat once in a while? To grow older?"
Deep down, Charles knew what Edwin would pick if he could. But he wouldn't be Charles Rowland if he wouldn't try. If he wouldn't try to convince Edwin that being alive was worth it.