On one hand, Edith was saddened to lose a faithful crewman who had, in his final moments, once again proved that his loyalty was not an act. His courage and sacrifice were undeniable, laudable, and indeed the very font of her survival. And yet, his occasional amorality, his interest in experimenting upon the living, and his metaphysical musings had always made her uneasy. She would miss his insights and his geniality, but she would sleep a little better, too. It was with a muddle of guilt and relief that she mourned her pilot’s passing.
