Concern came upon his face as the other looked at him and toyed with his hands. He stared so intently last night, it allowed Francis to dive into his eyes. Today, he looked even better but he couldn't think about that. The other was about to take him out of his life.

"Of course I'd be honest. I'd not get much out of lying. So, please..just talk." He said softly. Was there cracking in his voice. It definitely sounded more tragic than he'd meant to, knowing what was to come. Edmund beating around the bush was only prolonging this torment.