[71] - [Private, Eddie Nygma]
[All said in a rather creepy monotone, with the occasional hissed emphasis.] Edward, I officially cannot take anymore of this. I know well enough what my own symptoms are and what they represent, but this is something else entirely. I was on the deck and something grabbed me. I fell, hard. It dragged me to the edge and I managed to break free, but I can see the scratches from where it was gripping me. And where it wasn’t. They’re all down my back, my arms.
The footsteps followed me back down to my room. I could hear things, see things in the corridors. People being killed. I went down to Rose’s old room, and if you stand out on the corridor and wait, you can hear what the Joker did to her. You can hear her screaming and him laughing. It goes for as long as you care to wait. I can see myself dying in my own room too, from after Iago stabbed me. Despite what the Admiral’s selling, it’s not cathartic to watch. If anything, it feels like a warning.
All of this isn’t helping. Whatever is here, whatever if taking on the barge, it’s back with a vengeance. I want no part of it. I’m going to need your help, though. I’ve got quite a good plan. I think I’m going to attack Rex, which should almost definitely prompt Iago into killing me again. Which means that I’ll be relatively in the right and we can be repaired, but I’ll also be very much dead. I need you to make sure that he doesn’t bring me back before this is over. Because he probably would.