Edgar's brow furrowed as he took in Tolten's information; he mentally lined up the pieces with what he'd gathered from his talk with Guy earlier in the day, and it painted an unfortunate image in his mind. While he knew a lot about disassembling machines, the inner workings of human beings were another matter entirely. He may have had the precision required with his hands, but neither the skill nor experience to do the job himself, if that was indeed the only way to cure Locke of his condition.

Still, they had to do something. Either way, barricading him in his room and attempting to incapacitate him was the hand they'd been dealt and the one they'd possibly have to play for now. It was risky, especially when they were taking the words of a few other patients— while he was ever an idealist at times, even Edgar knew better than to trust everyone. Wires got crossed, truth got mixed with rumor and became a tangled mess where separating one from the other was nigh impossible. Was this surgery their only option? Or was Locke doomed to his fate?

Edgar refused to believe that just yet. He liked taking matters into his own hands and deciding his own destiny. If there was anything to be done for Locke, they'd find it.

[To here.]