Because you know I'm the only reason any of us will make it out of this station without suffering weird space versions of tetanus. (Eddie grins back at her, looking a little proud of himself. If the banter didn't go to show Bev that things really were better between them, well.)
Oh, trust me. I will.
(There were far more important things to discuss though. Eddie considers her question very carefully. Not so much that he has to think about its answer, because he knows it, but rather that he has to figure out the best way of putting it.)
It feels like somehow It managed to embody our fears and make them manifest in our futures. Like It knew the best how to weaken us all. (Stan kills himself, for Christ's sake. If that wasn't It trying to break apart the lucky seven...)
I think It knew we could beat it a second time if we remained friends. Could you imagine? Our relationships would have been...
(Completely different if they hadn't forgotten each other. Eddie feels oddly shy saying as much, his face going a little pink, and he can't for the life of him figure out why, and he's trying to ignore the face that comes to mind for his own lost future. He sits up a little straighter, looking away from Bev like she might be able to see into him.)
They would have been so solid. They are now, but if we'd kept knowing each other for years after, only getting closer...And if we all had come to be our very best. It would have never stood a chance. But that's not what happened. I think Its magic made us not only forget about each other, but somehow wind up on paths that lead to us being at our weakest, most vulnerable states.
I mean, okay. It doesn't feel right to talk about everyone else's future- but for me, I wind up thinking I'm way sicker than I ever was as a kid-. And I marry this woman who's just like my mom in every way. I'm this weak, useless....(Miserable man.)
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Date: 2018-01-07 04:21 pm (UTC)Oh, trust me. I will.
(There were far more important things to discuss though. Eddie considers her question very carefully. Not so much that he has to think about its answer, because he knows it, but rather that he has to figure out the best way of putting it.)
It feels like somehow It managed to embody our fears and make them manifest in our futures. Like It knew the best how to weaken us all. (Stan kills himself, for Christ's sake. If that wasn't It trying to break apart the lucky seven...)
I think It knew we could beat it a second time if we remained friends. Could you imagine? Our relationships would have been...
(Completely different if they hadn't forgotten each other. Eddie feels oddly shy saying as much, his face going a little pink, and he can't for the life of him figure out why, and he's trying to ignore the face that comes to mind for his own lost future. He sits up a little straighter, looking away from Bev like she might be able to see into him.)
They would have been so solid. They are now, but if we'd kept knowing each other for years after, only getting closer...And if we all had come to be our very best. It would have never stood a chance. But that's not what happened. I think Its magic made us not only forget about each other, but somehow wind up on paths that lead to us being at our weakest, most vulnerable states.
I mean, okay. It doesn't feel right to talk about everyone else's future- but for me, I wind up thinking I'm way sicker than I ever was as a kid-. And I marry this woman who's just like my mom in every way. I'm this weak, useless....(Miserable man.)