[It's a rare thing when words fail him, and not for lack of grasping for them. But now is one is those times, his head still whirling while they sit and take measure of each other and while he tries hopelessly to read Ed's silence, to understand what it's saying about him. Maybe this isn't Riddler but Ed now, having clawed his way back to the surface and left to grapple with the aftermath.]
...was it that bad? [He manages, fingers absently fretting his robe.
There's a half-hearted attempt at levity somewhere in there, completely crushed under worries and doubts.]
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...was it that bad? [He manages, fingers absently fretting his robe.
There's a half-hearted attempt at levity somewhere in there, completely crushed under worries and doubts.]