It was my plan. [There's a hint of defensiveness there. But only a hint. But hearing that Vecna got away, that he's still out there -- her stomach drops. If he's still out there, he'll be back. For her. Maybe for Nancy. Definitely for El, whom he seemed to hate the most of all of them, for whatever reason. She only knows bits and pieces of that part, that she'd gleaned from Nancy's vision.
But then Mike goes on.
Eddie. Eddie was dead. All the air leaves her lungs at that. He might not have been one of the original members of their party, but he'd gotten just as wrapped up in everything as the rest of them, by no fault of his own. And he'd gone to try and help kill that bastard -- whether to help her, or avenge Chrissy, or prove something to himself -- she's not sure the reasoning mattered. What mattered was he'd done it, and he'd gotten caught in the crossfire of a war that wasn't his.
She can't see Mike's face, but she can hear the emotion that he's trying to contain, and all it does is make tears well in her own eyes. Goddammit. She felt sick. She squeezed her eyes shut.]
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Date: 2025-04-28 08:45 pm (UTC)From:But then Mike goes on.
Eddie. Eddie was dead. All the air leaves her lungs at that. He might not have been one of the original members of their party, but he'd gotten just as wrapped up in everything as the rest of them, by no fault of his own. And he'd gone to try and help kill that bastard -- whether to help her, or avenge Chrissy, or prove something to himself -- she's not sure the reasoning mattered. What mattered was he'd done it, and he'd gotten caught in the crossfire of a war that wasn't his.
She can't see Mike's face, but she can hear the emotion that he's trying to contain, and all it does is make tears well in her own eyes. Goddammit. She felt sick. She squeezed her eyes shut.]
Jesus.