[All too quickly, the smirk fades, and Edward's blood slowly boils with each word out of Schuldig's mouth. Even the way he so casually brings up Ema---even after everything that's happened between the two of them, he feels that damn unpleasant pang that he wishes he could just get rid of. Oh, how he wishes he could just lunge at Schludig right now and strike him. To wipe that arrogant sneer off that face.
Keep it together, Edward. Don't let him get to you.]
Even if I win, you'll still be a telepath. But you know something, Schuldig? You won't be the Mastermind. Because you aren't a mastermind. Not truly.
A real mastermind relies on genuine genius, cunning and skill. They can't just take whatever answers they want without even trying. They shouldn't just be handed to you on a silver platter. They aren't just yours for the taking, and by all means, they shouldn't be. A telepath like you is hardly the master of any minds.
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Date: 2011-04-19 04:35 am (UTC)Keep it together, Edward. Don't let him get to you.]
Even if I win, you'll still be a telepath. But you know something, Schuldig? You won't be the Mastermind. Because you aren't a mastermind. Not truly.
A real mastermind relies on genuine genius, cunning and skill. They can't just take whatever answers they want without even trying. They shouldn't just be handed to you on a silver platter. They aren't just yours for the taking, and by all means, they shouldn't be. A telepath like you is hardly the master of any minds.
You're just a coward and a cheat. Nothing more.