Edgar makes a fist and lunges.

I hear a sound, a song, my song. The theme is relaxed, just enough intensity to pass for a fight theme. If it were any more relaxed, then it just wouldn't work.

I avoid Edgar's attack and start my lyrics.

So here we are,
Just you and me.

I don't like to fight,
But you must be stopped.

This world is beautiful,
I should know, I am writing.

I saw this world made,
Before I was alive.

I will protect this world,
With everything I have.

I prefer not to be violent...

The beat and tension escalate as Edgar's attacks grow more intense.

I will fight for this world!

This world can have peace,
And I will fight for that peace!

Nobody deserves death,
And I will make sure of that!

Strike me down if you wish,
But you can't finish me off!

To break another's soul,
It a sin unforgivable!

Still I believe in atonement,
No matter the sin.

So I stand here,
As a force for good.

For the good of this world,
I will strike you down!

I lunge with my one arm, Abby avoids my attack. Pen damn it! I'm itching! No! No no no! No more itching! Please!

Edgar accidentally says his narration out loud.

Itching? That's what this is about?

Edgar glares at me. I've called his bluff. I've found the source of his suffering. The question isn't if he can be saved, if not by me, then by Gen and Sour, but if he wants to.

Edgar, this is exactly what I'm talking about. You're a writing addiction, I get that, but please, stray from your origins. I did, and I feel great. Because, if I'm really being 100% here, I kinda understated my feelings about you to Sour. I kinda like you. Just a little bit. Like, just a little crush.

Heh.

Haha.

Bwahahaha!

That's hilarious! Best joke I've heard all day! Hell, best joke from this whole damn arc! Abby, you don't like me. There's no me to like. I'm not a character. I'm a demented publication incarnation. So, I will be going now.

I bust out a wall.

Goodbye Abby. Oh, and for the record, when Madness says The Author uses this world as an emotional punching bag, he was talking about me, not Gen or the True Author. Something I did when I thought I was allowed to have emotion. Anyways, I gotta go. Farewell, character.

Edgar wait!

I'm to late, he heads towards the massive ball of vines in the distance.

But I wasn't joking...