[what she knows about Servants is minimal, at best. only second and thirdhand knowledge, pieces ripped from the memories of others. but it makes sense to her that when one man became two, one Servant became two, they would each need a Master. a tether to the world to stay whole and alive. Henry Jekyll has that, and she's glad for it. Henry is one of her friends.
Edward Hyde, by contrast, does not. And he is also dear to her, and she had felt the searing pain across her left side that she had marked out for him to be able to tell her without words that he needs her, and so she had practically flown to find him.]
You're dying, Edward.
[she knows this, being a part of death like she is. Hyde is dying, but he can at least die while she holds him. (look, it added to the scene, for as serious as it is Grell never neglects what would look best. holding him in her arms felt dramatically perfect.)]
i want the trash man
Edward Hyde, by contrast, does not. And he is also dear to her, and she had felt the searing pain across her left side that she had marked out for him to be able to tell her without words that he needs her, and so she had practically flown to find him.]
You're dying, Edward.
[she knows this, being a part of death like she is. Hyde is dying, but he can at least die while she holds him. (look, it added to the scene, for as serious as it is Grell never neglects what would look best. holding him in her arms felt dramatically perfect.)]