Rewatching the fire scene and like imagine being Edith. You had your sad edgy moment where you threw a book into the fire and then you went to sleep and then you wake up on a chair in the hallway, the house is on fire, there's smoke in your lungs, your dad is running through the hallways screaming, and your questionably queer underbulter is bent over in front of you shaking and coughing uncontrollably