Never saw the man in that armor. The way he is, I can believe it easily and yet I can't imagine it. You can just tell, you know, not by how he is but how he seems to expect himself to be. Never met the old man either.

[That's not a prejudicial use of 'old man', mind, just a descriptor. Edge sometimes finds it very strange that so much was going on elsewhere. The assault on Eblan, its destruction, the flight of his people... all of that seems so all-encompassing, like it's all the story the world can hold. But even he knows that's a self-centered view.]

Me, I miss it all! Sitting on a throne just isn't the same. You talk and talk and order and direct, and none of it feel like it's doing anything, not like putting a shuriken in the eye of a monster does!