Everyone noticed it. It wasn't too hard to miss, not when they looked at Sawyer's permanently rough-and-ready appearance, Nemo's somewhat outlandish garb and Skinner's . . . well, Skinner's lack of garb. Mina's clothing was always perfect, though they expected that from a lady. It was expected from a gentleman, too, more so for a respectable - once - doctor, but still they always looked askance at him when he entered, as if asking why he dressed so neatly, so formally, when they'd seen the havoc he could wreak. His abilities at odds with his appearance.

No. Hyde's abilities at odds with Jekyll's appearance.

Back in London, nobody looked twice when he walked through the streets, dressed in his suit and hat, the picture of a gentleman. Back in London, people knew Henry Jekyll as a pleasant, somewhat eccentric man who had somehow managed to have London's most lovely girl fall in love with him.

Back in London, Henry Jekyll had friends, instead of just colleagues. Colleagues who tolerated him because of the monster inside him. The only thing about him that was useful to them.

They had Mina for doctoring - she seemed to know enough about medicine to help any wounded, in addition to her formidable chemistry skills. What else was Henry good for? Nothing. Edward was who they wanted, and they were forced to take Henry as part of the parcel.

They knew that the transformation invariably ruined his clothing, the addition of the muscular mass that made Edward so strong tearing through the fabric like paper. It was clear that they wondered why he bothered dressing so well when all it led to was an expensive clothing bill. Sawyer had asked him, once. He hadn't replied; hadn't wanted to. Some things, a man keeps to himself, because he fears that others won't understand.

They wouldn't have understood. They didn't know what it was like to live with a murderous brute inside you, and to know that you were responsible for creating that brute. No matter how useful Edward was to the League, Henry would gladly have seen him dead if it was in his power. And therein was the problem: it wasn't in his power to do anything about Edward. That voice was always there, taunting, daring Henry to release him. Release him and let loose a creature that was as far from human as was possible. A far cry from what Henry tried desperately to be.

That was the answer to Sawyer's query about his clothing. Henry Jekyll dressed like a gentleman, because without the constant reminder of what he had once been, he might be tempted to give in to Edward. To let the beast out, and forget. Forget what it was like to be a gentleman, forget what it was like to be polite and well-dressed and good. Forget what it was like to be human.

Henry Jekyll wore the clothing of a gentleman, because he had to believe that he was more than the beast.