But that--that wasn't us. [ Richie's speaking is fast and loose, not panicked but certainly not clipped. His thoughts are racing with his mind, the whole thing sloshing together like a slurpee. ]

It wasn't us, it was like if--like if It had a hold on us like It did with Bowers. That's what it was, not--it wasn't us.

[ Richie doesn't realize he's grabbing at Eddie, fingers digging into the other's arm. It's not as hard as it could be thanks to exhaustion, but it's still there as Richie desperately tries to convince himself about these things as he says them. He's trying to mimic Bill, trying to think like he does.

It's hard. ]

It was the maze.