...behind the east gate. Volterra.

Edward is already in the infirmary by the time she gets there. Rummaging for things he probably won't need and looking over advanced supplies Carlisle commented on and he'd vaguely listened about.

His hands aren't shaking, but perhaps everything that can be unseen is shaken. Straining still to listen to the most important, singular voice, in this world.

That boy was put here to mock me.

"Sit." It's far gentler than he feels, when she is there.