For a few moments they were quiet again. Jollz thought about Edward, about all the things Jollz knew about him, growing up alongside him, that no one else would know. All throughout that time since then Jollz had gotten the feeling that Edward had bottled up more pain than he ever let on. That only ever made things worse. Jollz glanced over at Edward. His angled head cast a shadow over his glistening, Tumblr-esque orbs. "Come on," Jollz tried again, "I mean, look. Look at all this." He pointed out over the glittering sea, and Edward cast his melancholy gaze dispiritedly in the direction he was pointing.
"What is it?" The sparkling Kappapire murmured.
"All this open space stretching forever. The smell of salt and the cry of gulls. It makes me feel like I'm streaming, like nothing else. Come on. Let it out, get it off your chest. It's too beautiful here to be a ResidentSleeper." All of a sudden, Edward turned sharply away and continued down the shoreline alone. "Hey! Wait."
"Nothing is beautiful," Edward whispered. Jollz caught up to him and turned him about by the shoulder. Edward turned his face away, but Jollz saw that he was... Kreygasming. "Jollz... I'm burdened by Yonarrr, I'm so burdened by you, and I'm not supposed to be involved in your stream like this. How could you... how could anyone possibly care about me?"
It was always hard for Jollz to find the right words at times like this. "Hey, Edward..." Jollz took him into his arms as he wept. "Hey. Sometimes, well, when life gives you lemons, you just have to throw lemons back at life. Explosive lemons, with acidic juice."