Talk:Join them (Light Fingers!)/@comment-32173620-20171006101656/@comment-2607:FEA8:C3A0:29D:A1D3:E671:82BC:9B46-20171009204703

Also it leads to:

Light Fingers: Edward and the Clay Men
The table has a piping iron kettle and cups for every guest. There is no cutlery to speak of. There is no cream. There is no sugar.

The beach is long and flat, as beaches are. Unless you swam through the peligin waters, you've no stealthy means of approach.

Clara weeps; Dr Vaughan keeps her eyes fixed firmly on her mug. Edward sits still, his mask ever-grimacing. Everyone at the table looks miserable. Their wet socks mustn't be helping.

Mock his scars
If he takes the bait, the others may have a chance to run.

Pity him and try to reason
Perhaps there is no common ground between you and Edward. But he is only human. There must still be decency in him.