Edgar wrestles with what he's trying to say a moment longer, unwilling to give up just yet.

"Just, look -- if she ever, like. Tries to do anything you don't want. Or make you do anything."

(A few faces flit through his memory, barely consciously; people plucked from the Tail to serve the needs of the Front, whether they wanted to go or not. People who never came back.)

"You know you don't have to let her, right?"