[He processes that for a moment. Watches Eddie for any sign of deception, any sign of perceived mockery, and finds none. He nods, swallows a lump down and wets his lips. ]
What got you? [Not who. He knows better, now. There were so many monsters being made; nasty oddities that bent to that Thing's will. He'd controlled some of them. He wishes there was some kind of relief in not being alone in this being dead thing. Instead it just feels like a hollow kinship; a miserable understanding that everything is temporary and nothing matters, really. ]
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What got you? [Not who. He knows better, now. There were so many monsters being made; nasty oddities that bent to that Thing's will. He'd controlled some of them. He wishes there was some kind of relief in not being alone in this being dead thing. Instead it just feels like a hollow kinship; a miserable understanding that everything is temporary and nothing matters, really. ]