A strap, of course! It wasn't like something of the magnitude that Edgar had shown him would work as a handheld item, after all. Guy marveled at how something so amazing could be held back by the most basic of materials, but in the end every single component mattered; with one gone, the whole thing fell apart. "Yeah, it seems like using your clothing might be best, since it seems like we've got an unending supply anyway," he remarked, placing his hand to his chin as he thought it through. He'd torn countless shirts and even ripped them up for bandages, and there had never seemed to be a shortage of them in his room. "I'd say you might have a chance of finding something sturdier in the supply rooms, but you've probably searched those already."

Considering the two portraits of Landel that Edgar had painted, Guy took a moment to decide which one he agreed with more. It was hard to know if the man was trying to push them and test them or if he was simply that arrogant, but either way he found Edgar's final statement to be surprisingly inspiring. It was good, to come across someone who still hadn't given up.

Not that Guy had either, but it could get hard at times, especially when he had a friend who'd been blinded and others who were out in the real world, brainwashed into oblivion. Then again, Edgar had just lost someone and he was still keeping his head up, which Guy found admirable. "I think you're right," he said with a firm nod. "We're not going to make this easy for him, that's for sure."