[His eyes are peeking betwixt ungloved fingers, wide and wild. Edward does not blink throughout the entire transmission, but his pupils are consistently darting to and fro, darting about at a hummingbird’s pace. He looks disheveled, wretched and yet glowing with some intangible, nigh-golden force.]
I can-I have tried-over these past few hours-
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Daniel Rand. Unendurable hatred for Norman Osborn. I still--still can touch it God it's painful.
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How painful?
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Incredibly. A thousand--or million--or infinite--needs, cravings, I know them. They are not mine and I know them.
Scathach.
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You cannot... ignore it?
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I was meant to do this, not that I wanted it.
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Do you require distraction?
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What kind of distraction?
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Well, you are quite--quite the enchanting presence.
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That's a new one. I'm glad you think so.
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Where are you?
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[Here is an address!]
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