[ Edward sounds just as optimistic as he does, but the thought of going down fighting sits a little easier than the slow, painful spread of plague. ]

That's what I heard from her too. But if she brought us here so we could fight this sickness...

[ He shrugs. Astoria picked the wrong people, he thinks. Especially someone like him who's not only just about at death's door, but is this close to becoming death's door itself. ]

Well. When I die, I want to do it properly. I don't want to be a ghost. I'm counting on you to fight hard, okay?