Whether that's true or not, Eddie doesn't want to argue about it. Running wasn't the right choice, he can't take that back and it isn't Chrissy's job to make him feel better about it. All he can do now is just make things better from here on.
If he can.
"Vecna?" he asks as he unlocks the front door of the building. The place isn't great, but it's a hell of a lot better than the trailer, not only because she died there. At least the apartment is relatively clean and he's been at least trying to take care of it, which he's pretty grateful for now. He never figured he'd have Chrissy Cunningham in his place once, never mind twice.
"It wouldn't've helped," he says, wishing he could tell her otherwise. "Music worked. To ground people, pull them back. But the drugs... yeah, it wouldn't have done much. I wish I'd known what you were seeing. All that shit..."
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If he can.
"Vecna?" he asks as he unlocks the front door of the building. The place isn't great, but it's a hell of a lot better than the trailer, not only because she died there. At least the apartment is relatively clean and he's been at least trying to take care of it, which he's pretty grateful for now. He never figured he'd have Chrissy Cunningham in his place once, never mind twice.
"It wouldn't've helped," he says, wishing he could tell her otherwise. "Music worked. To ground people, pull them back. But the drugs... yeah, it wouldn't have done much. I wish I'd known what you were seeing. All that shit..."