Time for more chit chat.

In Eden's dimly lit room, Eden sits exhaustedly on the bed while Isaac stands near the wall, looking at his photos and notes pinned there above a wardrobe. One of them is a group photo of the whole coven. Open books litter the floor. EDEN: "Sorry. I have no energy these days. Crying took a lot out of me." His eyes are closed. ISAAC: "Mmn. So this has been your prison for three years." Isaac moves to the bed, dragging a chair over so he can sit by Eden's side. EDEN: "It's not a prison. It's my life support." Isaac spots the photo of himself that Eden keeps on his barren nightstand, his face falling. ISAAC: "I guess I'm technically a witch now."