A secretary ran into Edward's office. "Mr. Alverara! Someone requested me to give this to you!" The secretary handed Edward a bottle o pills and a tattered black trenchcoat.

"What the hell....Sylph." Edward said and ran outside.

Sylph was there, but he was beaten up and bruised. Rodney was holding him by the neck. "I found your lil transvestite wh*** walking around the park." Rodney spat.

Edward stayed completely silent, reaching into his suit.

Rodney held a gun up to Sylph's head. "If you even dare, your little sl** dies."

"Just grabbing the paper." Edward said. "So, Rodney, how does it feel after Christina left you?"

"I honestly don't care! I survived and that's all that matters. Here's my question, why did you rush out when you got the wh***'s stuff?" Rodney demanded, smashing the butt of his gun off Sylph's head.

"Cause I knew there'd be trouble." Edward said.

"So, you don't care about this kid whatsoever? Can I keep it?" Rodney asked, poking Sylph's arms full of craters.

"Lemme tell ya one thing." Edward said. "There is a military grade sniper on the roof aiming at your head, you touch Sylph one more time, you die."

"So you do care about him! But I thought you had a wife, you sneaky f***er!" Rodney scolded, trying to piss off Edward.

"He's like a little brother to me. Closer to me than my real brother. Sorta how I was closer to Deadeye than you were." Edward said

"Heh, I thought you used to love the lil wh***, or when it was a girl at least... And don't you dare talk about Deadeye! He's dead because of you... You know nothing about siblings!" Rodney held Sylph far away from his body as if Sylph had a deadly virus

"Ya know, I thought you were a man, but I guess Deadeye was right. The only time you were a man was when you were hiding behind your wife." Edward said.

"Just so ya know... I had a little fun with Sylph before we got here." Rodney stated, smirking and shaking the unconscious man. "And being a man has nothing to do with this!" He yelled, "Stop changing the topic!"