(That is the bad part. Richie is right. Eddie certainly wasn't about to say that what they did was okay, because it wasn't. They weren't Bowers and his gang. They never got off on hurting animals and beating up small kids. Murder was wrong, even if it was out of their control, and Eddie knows it.
Just hearing it said from Richie sucked. It sucked a whole lot. That and Eddie had one hell of a fear of eternal damnation. He'd been nursing on that concept for well over a year now, even before they fought Pennywise, but oh boy was it sinking in irreversibly now.
He does at least pick his head up to look at Richie. There were two Losers who could effectively pry Eddie out of himself and that would be Bill Denbrough and Richie Tozier. His head hangs there, and the wails stop, but the tears keep going.
Eddie shrugs slowly, looking down.)
I've always known I was probably gonna like, roast up in Hell, you know? But this basically secured a one-way ticket to the big man's torture chamber.
(Might as well admit it, right? Eddie isn't so sure you could scrub the stain of murder out of your soul through repenting. And his soul was already pretty messed up.)
I guess.
(Eddie doesn't sound so sure, and he's still crying, but at least he's not so hysterical anymore. He rubs at his face, his head already throbbing from crying so much.
Eddie didn't know if a certain Loser could fix this. Hell, he wasn't even sure what Bill would say or do. None of the Losers were for murder. Except maybe if they accidentally killed Bowers, but that was different. That would be self-defense.)
I'm sorry. (One can practically see Eddie pulling himself together. He shifts up to his knees and rubs his hands at his face.) Don't mean to be such a crybaby.
(He mutters the word 'crybaby' like it's a swear word. He grabs hold of the zipper on his fanny pack, the black one that had 'What Are We Going to Do With All This FUTURE' scrawled in print over the front. He digs his hand in and pulls out his Xanax. He knocks out a pill and puts the bottle away. He tucks the pill into his mouth and chews it slowly, knowing it works a little faster that way.)
You're right. All we really can do is repent. Maybe I can't do shit all to change God's mind, but I don't know if I care anymore. (He does, but he's wondering if maybe he shouldn't focus more on the Here and Now.) I think all I really want is for those people to know we never really wanted to hurt them.
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Just hearing it said from Richie sucked. It sucked a whole lot. That and Eddie had one hell of a fear of eternal damnation. He'd been nursing on that concept for well over a year now, even before they fought Pennywise, but oh boy was it sinking in irreversibly now.
He does at least pick his head up to look at Richie. There were two Losers who could effectively pry Eddie out of himself and that would be Bill Denbrough and Richie Tozier. His head hangs there, and the wails stop, but the tears keep going.
Eddie shrugs slowly, looking down.)
I've always known I was probably gonna like, roast up in Hell, you know? But this basically secured a one-way ticket to the big man's torture chamber.
(Might as well admit it, right? Eddie isn't so sure you could scrub the stain of murder out of your soul through repenting. And his soul was already pretty messed up.)
I guess.
(Eddie doesn't sound so sure, and he's still crying, but at least he's not so hysterical anymore. He rubs at his face, his head already throbbing from crying so much.
Eddie didn't know if a certain Loser could fix this. Hell, he wasn't even sure what Bill would say or do. None of the Losers were for murder. Except maybe if they accidentally killed Bowers, but that was different. That would be self-defense.)
I'm sorry. (One can practically see Eddie pulling himself together. He shifts up to his knees and rubs his hands at his face.) Don't mean to be such a crybaby.
(He mutters the word 'crybaby' like it's a swear word. He grabs hold of the zipper on his fanny pack, the black one that had 'What Are We Going to Do With All This FUTURE' scrawled in print over the front. He digs his hand in and pulls out his Xanax. He knocks out a pill and puts the bottle away. He tucks the pill into his mouth and chews it slowly, knowing it works a little faster that way.)
You're right. All we really can do is repent. Maybe I can't do shit all to change God's mind, but I don't know if I care anymore. (He does, but he's wondering if maybe he shouldn't focus more on the Here and Now.) I think all I really want is for those people to know we never really wanted to hurt them.