The thought alone plunges a knife through his chest. But he's speaking to a child, and children have far more limits than the usual adults, let alone one as sharp as him. "Hell or high water, I'm going to make it," he says firmly.

And--ah, that's a question. He shifts into a shaky grin.



"My invention, the bio-harddrive. A disc that'll change the way people think! Can't remember a phone number? Boom!" Edward flashes his hand next to his face. "More memory. Having trouble with homework? Boom! More power to process it."

He's obviously been kidnapped for this tech, though that only mildly tempers his excitement explaining it. Even to a child.