Edge was planning to pop out of the chute theatrically. Even though no one was around, he wanted to symbolize his entrance back to the real world. Something wanted the Elders to know that there was no killing the King of the Hydra. He wantdd his hair to be tousled attractively, and his eyes to be glittering his power. He would have a smug smirk and toss Sleipnir into the air and catch him, to show he didn't let his comrades fall. 

In reality, what he did was much simpler. Panting like a tired dog, Edge hauled himself out of the chute and carefully plopped on a sheet of thin metal that sunk like foil. This was tiring and seemingly pointless, though it had a very direct action.

Edge wanted his kids to be prepared, and not pampered, or they would despair in their weakness. He didn't want them to feel so helpless, as he did at times. At Path s words, Edge squeezed his son tighter, not wanting to lost his temper against Path again. The white dragon was so touchy about those types of things. "Path, try to understand, I don't want them hurt either, but we can't live in a hole forever. You're an elder, and I'm the original hydra. I can't imagine anything short of the Jabberwocky coming between us!" 

Though he heard something in the distance, Edge didn't worry. All that mattered was finding a new castle- a new home. "Path, I can fight. If you don't want to let the boys see, than cover their eyes while I do this. Hastily' he kissed Sleipnir through the makeshift 'mask' of cloth Path Ade for him and put him back on his back, "Listen, baby. Just hold onto Daddy tightly and bury your face unto my neck. Don't look or let go until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?" 

Edge then averted his gaze back to eye level something, lumbering the polluted and destroyed earth, was coming.