There was something close to sadness in his eyes, and for the first time I realized for sure that once there had been a kinder, gender version of Edward. You could see the effort it took for Bernardo to let the man touch him, pat him down, take his gun. I didn't want anything broken if I could avoid it. You drop the knife, and Anita will put up the gun, Edward said.
It was an offering to share. I shook my head. I don't think it's personal, more like crowd hypnosis. Drawing a gun and shooting him was probably overkill, but I certainly didn't have to stand there and help his imagination.
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