((Sorry if this is GM-y at all, but Edgar needs to get out of here like now. Let me know if you want anything changed.))
Edgar had kept trying to convince himself that he really could make a difference. That he could confront his fears and do what was right, stop the killing, get people together and find another way.
He was too late once again. It had taken the sickening crunch of Yukiko's skull against metal to even spur him into moving, and now he couldn't do anything but scream vaguely at those responsible based on the bits of conversation he had half-overheard.
And every moment he spent here was a moment he was too late to stop something else.
In a way, it came as a relief when Jenna responded to his opening gambit by placing him on the wrong end of a large and nasty-looking blade.
Not least because her fury provided him with the perfect excuse to ignore her companion
accomplice's obvious distress. What did such things matter, when there was a girl bleeding out on the ground between them? They'd done that, they must have done it, they wouldn't have done it if they hadn't meant to do it.
And now they were about to attempt to do it to him. Only this time, with a circular saw instead of a shotgun.
There was a tense standoff. It lasted all of one second.
Then Edgar suddenly darted to one side, dashing around the side of the truck and scooping up Yukiko's duffel bag in one fluid movement.
He ignored the scene behind him. It was already too late to save Jack and Jenna; they'd let the game win. It was already too late to save Yukiko.
Praying that he wouldn't get shot in the back, he vanished down the hillside and into the nearest bit of overgrown undergrowth he could find.
He'd been too late for the last time.
((Edgar Tolstoff continued in For What Happened to Daisy