(It won't happen. Does Trip think he's the first to try? Since waking up in chains, Ed had been beaten and tortured, the traders doing everything they could knowing how hard an untrained slave could be to sell.

Somehow, Ed manages to stumble along, his feet still unstable from the electricity that felt like it had fried his nervous system. He won't show weakness. Even if his legs turn to mush, he'll figure out some way to make them move.)

I can walk, but you're more of an idiot than I thought if you think that means I'm going anywhere with you.

(He has pride. It burns in the depths of his eyes. He wasn't born rich or powerful or important, but he was born with intelligence, and he won't let someone chip away at him until he's nothing but a trained dog who parts his legs on command.)

You know what I can do, or you wouldn't have me in these damn cuffs!