[ there was definitely some unspoken comfort in — this; this vague in-between car ride that feels like the calm after the storm. there's no sun rays cutting through the clouds, no, but there's a liminal sort of peace. eddie imagines it will end when they arrive to wherever steve is driving to with a lead foot, and the spell will be broken.
in a selfish way, eddie would be fine with this lasting longer than it will, and he really doesn't feel like thinking on the why.
eddie shrugs, a hand thrown up, some defeated gesture in the face of steve's reaction. in the meantime, the water bottle is chugged down. who knew one could get so thirsty walking around for hours half dead in an alternate dimension? the plastic crunches under his hands, and it almost makes him frown. like the sound is too harsh for the lull of this spell, like that might snap it too. ] Yep, that's all! Just no. I — I can't even describe the place I was in, dude. [ if nothing was a place, it would be where he was. it wasn't biblical in any stretch. no stairway to heaven or highway to hell. it had been a little less than death. he doesn't go into trying to describe it further, though. it wouldn't make sense, and he'd just sound more and more like a madman. which was saying something and it isn't that he thinks that steve fully disbelieves him but — look, the guy already looked stressed as it was and some part of eddie rallies against that, concern crawling up to sit somewhere in the back of his mind, chased closely by some want to prevent any more. they've been through enough, he'd reason, were he to reflect on it. that steve had a tendency to carry the weight of responsibility on those shoulders of his and maybe there's guilt somewhere in there at the prospect of adding more. so what he supplies is dismissive. they wouldn't get their answers like this anyway. ] Look, someone just revivified my ass and I have no idea why, or how. Maybe — maybe I just got lucky, somehow, I don't know.
[ what steve tells him about the town is disconcerting. horrible, really and eddie listens with some dread creeping up to sit in the hollow of his suddenly dry throat. months back, if someone were to ask, eddie would say he cared about hawkins just about as much as hawkins cared about him. and while he held no illusion that it wouldn't care if eddie munson, accused murderer, never returned from the unknowable death, this wasn't a fate he ever wished upon it. actually, it was something he had adamantly wanted to help prevent and he tries not to feel like it's just one big slap to the face. ] Shit. An earthquake? [ he hopes this is where the parallels to the vecna he'd known before they gave the name to a very real, tangible evil, stopped. he hoped that he couldn't come back, that this was just a last stand thing, that — his eyes widen, head snapping back to steve. ] — wait, but the gates opening — I thought he needed to get four kills, [ it feels difficult to say out loud, without his mind going to the night chrissy died, to mayfield — ] — but you said everyone made it out. Including Red?
[ maybe its a moot point, maybe he should back off with the questioning. he's tired, he's so tired and so is steve but he can't stop from asking. there's a part of him that wants to make sure that it was worth it. that his was the only loss. ]
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in a selfish way, eddie would be fine with this lasting longer than it will, and he really doesn't feel like thinking on the why.
eddie shrugs, a hand thrown up, some defeated gesture in the face of steve's reaction. in the meantime, the water bottle is chugged down. who knew one could get so thirsty walking around for hours half dead in an alternate dimension? the plastic crunches under his hands, and it almost makes him frown. like the sound is too harsh for the lull of this spell, like that might snap it too. ] Yep, that's all! Just no. I — I can't even describe the place I was in, dude. [ if nothing was a place, it would be where he was. it wasn't biblical in any stretch. no stairway to heaven or highway to hell. it had been a little less than death. he doesn't go into trying to describe it further, though. it wouldn't make sense, and he'd just sound more and more like a madman. which was saying something and it isn't that he thinks that steve fully disbelieves him but — look, the guy already looked stressed as it was and some part of eddie rallies against that, concern crawling up to sit somewhere in the back of his mind, chased closely by some want to prevent any more. they've been through enough, he'd reason, were he to reflect on it. that steve had a tendency to carry the weight of responsibility on those shoulders of his and maybe there's guilt somewhere in there at the prospect of adding more. so what he supplies is dismissive. they wouldn't get their answers like this anyway. ] Look, someone just revivified my ass and I have no idea why, or how. Maybe — maybe I just got lucky, somehow, I don't know.
[ what steve tells him about the town is disconcerting. horrible, really and eddie listens with some dread creeping up to sit in the hollow of his suddenly dry throat. months back, if someone were to ask, eddie would say he cared about hawkins just about as much as hawkins cared about him. and while he held no illusion that it wouldn't care if eddie munson, accused murderer, never returned from the unknowable death, this wasn't a fate he ever wished upon it. actually, it was something he had adamantly wanted to help prevent and he tries not to feel like it's just one big slap to the face. ] Shit. An earthquake? [ he hopes this is where the parallels to the vecna he'd known before they gave the name to a very real, tangible evil, stopped. he hoped that he couldn't come back, that this was just a last stand thing, that — his eyes widen, head snapping back to steve. ] — wait, but the gates opening — I thought he needed to get four kills, [ it feels difficult to say out loud, without his mind going to the night chrissy died, to mayfield — ] — but you said everyone made it out. Including Red?
[ maybe its a moot point, maybe he should back off with the questioning. he's tired, he's so tired and so is steve but he can't stop from asking. there's a part of him that wants to make sure that it was worth it. that his was the only loss. ]