Ed didn't really know if he was Ed anymore. One moment, he was him, the kind and riddle-loving guy. The next, he was something darker whose love for riddles bordered on obsession. And that darker side... it threatened to swallow up everything he loved.

That other side, the Riddler, said tried to place a hit on Lee, on you. You, who despite everything, still stood by his side through thick and thin. Even in the shitstorm that was his life and mental health, you were there.

Ed knew he wasn't as smart as he used to be. Being frozen in ice will do that to your brain, but even that dark part of him knew the solution. The only way to kill the Riddler... was to kill Ed as well.

With the rope around his neck, Ed looked down below. The Riddler, that voice only he could hear, was trying to talk him out of it. But as he lifted his foot, he made his decision.