Edna ran for what felt like miles.

Clutching Harvey to her chest, she just ran and ran, half-blinded by the tears pouring from her eyes. Her asylum gown had nearly come undone, and from the way it billowed in the wind with her long, black hair, if one were to look out their window they would've mistaken her for a ghost.

She fled through town, past the church where Keymaster had revealed himself as what he really was. Edna clenched her eyes shut tight as his words started coming back to her.

"Have a close look at the poor reverend, Edna."

Her stomach turned, as the image of the priests dangling body was still fresh in her mind.

"That's what the freedom you gave me looks like."

She wanted it to stop. She didn't even care that her bare feet were being cut and blistered by the gravel she was now running on, Edna just wanted it to stop!

"THIS IS YOUR CREATION, EDNA!" Keymaster's voice roared as the reverend's body twisted to face her. But instead of seeing him, all Edna could see was her father, garbed in prison attire and hanging lifelessly from the executioner's noose.

"Stop!" She screamed, clutching her head in agony. "STOP IT!"

"EDNA!" Harvey cried, desperately trying to get her to listen. "Please, you gotta snap out of it!"

Edna came to a halt as reality came back to her. She looked around. Her hometown and the asylum were now far behind, and the path she was on now was the one that overlooked the bay. There was a railing nearby, and below she could see the tide splashing against the rock wall.

The girl collapsed by the rail, exhausted and distraught from everything that had happened to her. She pulled her knees to her chest, curling into a ball as she began to sob quietly.

Harvey sat beside her, both confused and incredibly concerned. He truly had no idea why Edna was so upset. He had always been there for her when she needed him, and he always had a way to help whether she needed to escape from a mad doctor, or if she just needed a little cheering up. But the ragdoll rabbit felt completely helpless as most of his words had fallen on deaf ears.

He decided to try again. "Edna...?" He said gently. No response. "Edna, I-I know all of that stuff was hard, but it'll be ok-"

"No, Harvey, it won't!" She snapped suddenly, picking him up and looking at him with puffy, bloodshot eyes. "It's NOT going to be ok!"

Her hands were almost strangling the poor bunny. The more she looked at hime, the more and more furious she became as she started remembering certain things.

"It was because of you!" She yelled, her breath hoarse and shaky. "All this is your fault!"

"W-What're you talking about?" Harvey choked in terror. "Edna, you're scaring me!"

"I've always listened to you!" She continued. "Everything I've done has been through YOUR guidance, and because of that people are dead! You've been leading me astray all this time!"

Harvey was stunned. "I've... I've just been trying to help you..."

"You're LYING!" She cried. "Everything you've done has been for your own benefit! All the times you took me to the past were manipulated by you to make things seem worse than they were! You never showed me the good times I had with Alfred, or when my dad played with me, or... or..."

Her voice cracked, and more sobs escaped her throat. Harvey was staring at her in wide-eyed astonishment.

She sniffed. "...Dr. Marcel was right."

His jaw dropped. "W... What?" He whispered.

"He was right about you." She hissed. "Everything's wrong because of you.You egged me into killing Alfred, and then you did the same with Marcel. You don't care about anybody but yourself. You're a monster, you're nothing but-"

"THEY WERE GOING TO HURT ME!" Harvey shrieked, making Edna jump. Now it was her turn to look at the rabbit in shock as he spoke to her, trembling with anger and pain.

"They were going to hurt you too!" He cried, voice shaky. "Alfred was going to tear me apart! I was scared, I didn't know what else to do!" He struggled to force back his own tears. "And Marcel was going to ruin you, don't you remember? He would've lobotomized you into a puppet, taking away everything wonderful about you!"

He stopped to catch his breath. Edna was in a state of shock.

"Everything I showed you..." He continued, speaking gentley now. "It was how I remembered it. It might not have been the exact truth, but..." He struggled to find the right words. Then he sighed. "Edna, I'm just a piece of who you are. I always figured that... if that's how I remember it, than you must feel the same way somehow. I was just doing what I thought you wanted..."

Edna's lip trembled as her grip on the rabbit loosened to a notable degree. "Oh, Harvey..." she whimpered, pulling him into a tight hug. "I-I'm sorry, I... I thought that..."

Her sentence died halfway through as an epiphany dawned on her. As she hugged the toy, she replayed his words in her head: I'm just a piece of who you are.

Harvey WAS her. He was from a part of her own mind: a manifestation of the lonliness she endured as a child. Her troublemaking, her naive carelessness, her silly antics all personified into a friend she could relate to. It was all he ever could be.

A child's toy with a child's mindset.

So Marcel was right, in a way. Without Harvey linked to her, she could grow. She could move on, find her place in life and be happy.

But maybe she didn't want that happiness.

She knew it was too late to go back. Marcel was dying, most likely dead by now, at her own hands. She had made her choice, and even then she knew he would have just turned her into a mindless Alfred clone. She regretted listening to Harvey, but at the same time... it was what she wanted. She could never truly be happy as a staid, boring adult. So Harvey, or in this case her own conciousness, had rejected it.

But that meant there was no place for her in the world. If she were to go back now, she would just be locked away forever. If she continued on, someone else could get hurt.

There was nothing else left.

Edna turned to face the railing. She stared out over the horizon, the wind caressing her cheek as she held Harvey tight. She undid her hospital gown, and it fell to the ground, leaving her completely exposed. It didn't matter to her, even as the air chilled her skin.

"Edna," Harvey asked softly as Edna began climbing the railing. "What are you doing?"

She held him up, looking at him long and hard. Then she shut her eyes, hugging him close.

"You're my best friend, Harvey. I love you."

"...You too, Edna."

She didn't look back.