Evening. Edward comes into a huge mansion. Quite recently it was the house of his best friend. Who betrayed him. Lonely steps are echoing in empty rooms. Memories involuntarily get into his head, pictures of the past are flashing before his eyes. This is a place where Nygma helped his friend to dress up for a dinner of founders. This is a place where they discussed affairs with Oswald and this is a place... where Oswald wanted to say "something very important". It seems like Nygma began to understand.
Why did I kill him? Why did I kill the last person for whom I was important? Now I'm alone. I hate him! He took everything away from me: my girlfriend, my best friend. What has he done with me? With my life?
Nygma goes to bed trying not to think of the past and hoping to sink into a dream. Into a dream in which he has an ideal life where Oswald is alive.. Life in which his best friend didn't betray him. But instead of falling asleep, he plunges into his thoughts even more. Every time he closes his eyes, pictures are flashing before him. Pictures of that day. He lives it out again. Here, frightened Oswald, but with love and hope in his eyes, with his shivering voice begs Nygma not to make the biggest mistake of his life. Here, Penguin's scarlet blood spots his white shirt. Here, Ed pulls him so close that he can feel the accelerated Oswald's heartbeat and then pushes away...
NO! He's a traitor! I must stop thinking of him! He doesn't deserve it. I need to get rid of it all, to forget.
He dressed quickly and went to the nearest bar where spent his evening trying to fill his emptiness with wine. The world had already started to spin around him but there was something he saw clearly. To be more exact, someone. Limping on one leg, the thin man with black ruffled hair in an elegant suit was trying to go through the crowd and wend his way to an exit.
Oswald? Is it you? Nygma threw the purse to the bartender and promptly went to an exit, forcibly pushing people around and stumbling abouthis own legs. He stopped on the street and tried to recover his breath. Ed felt like he was burning, his heartbeat was mad and cough came off his throat. Ed began to look around and nearby under the lantern he noticed a familiar figure.
It seems like I drank too much. And even if it's so! Even if it's only a hallucination, I want to state everything to it! A hallucination of the one who is guilty of my sufferings, of lsabella's death! And that's why I hate him!
Ed tried to run but his legs did not obey, his head was aching: he had drunk too much. Ed fell down almost reaching the place where Oswald stood a minute ago..
- Oswaaaaald! I hate you! You cannot leave just like that, having left me alone!
Edward's eyes began to close slowly and he fell into the black. All night long Ed was laying on the sidewalk of the cold street until some passerby called an ambulance.