It got me in the forest -- He. It. It wasn't Murphy. ( he's sure of that, dead sure. he won't let anyone argue it, won't let anyone lay the blame for what happened on a set of shoulders that don't deserve it all.
he's not sure what else to say after that, where to start. but he sounds near hysterical when he lets a cry stumble from his mouth: ) I fucking burnt someone's house down, their farm. Hop. I-- I did that.
I carved a guy up. ( he feels sick, he feels sick, he feels sick. he lifts his hands up, shoving at the circle of Jim Hopper's arms. suddenly that hysteria is panic, is anger, is confused frustration because this isn't the first time Jim's seen him at a low, carrying scars someone else lead him toward. ) You shouldn't-- Why do you keep being here when I fall a-fucking-part?
Less simple, of course, is how he feels about all of this. He can’t imagine Eddie - Eddie Munson - carving up a man. He can’t imagine him capable of deliberate cruelty; he can’t imagine him doing any of this.
Except he did, and Jim doesn’t know what the right thing to say is. That it wasn’t him? That he didn’t have a choice? Stephen’s explanation had been less kind to himself. That the acts were all him.
He doesn’t want to think that any of this is what Eddie’s capable of without morality or inhibitions holding him back. He can’t. ] You need me, and I’m here. Tell me what else.
That's fucking bullshit. It's never that simple. No one just fucking stays because you need them. ( Eddie shoves at him again, rougher this time but he feels so kitten-weak after the week he's had -- kept in the bed, lost between madness and pain and pleasure. he feels weighed down by it still, like he's moving with a speed nerf or like he's got a -15 modifier and fucked no matter what he rolls.
he doesn't want to tell Jim anything else, doesn't want to and all the same he needs the man to stay and listen. the hands threatening to shove again grip the front of his shirt and Eddie lets out a frustrated laugh, a huff -- a sob.
he hasn't admitted this to Jem or Billy yet, wasn't ever going to say this out loud but thinks maybe he should. ) I goaded them to do this-- the burn, the marks. I knew it would fuck them both up but that was the whole point. To fuck you all up.
That part's me. I know how to do that, what to say. That part was all me.
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he's not sure what else to say after that, where to start. but he sounds near hysterical when he lets a cry stumble from his mouth: ) I fucking burnt someone's house down, their farm. Hop. I-- I did that.
I carved a guy up. ( he feels sick, he feels sick, he feels sick. he lifts his hands up, shoving at the circle of Jim Hopper's arms. suddenly that hysteria is panic, is anger, is confused frustration because this isn't the first time Jim's seen him at a low, carrying scars someone else lead him toward. ) You shouldn't-- Why do you keep being here when I fall a-fucking-part?
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Less simple, of course, is how he feels about all of this. He can’t imagine Eddie - Eddie Munson - carving up a man. He can’t imagine him capable of deliberate cruelty; he can’t imagine him doing any of this.
Except he did, and Jim doesn’t know what the right thing to say is. That it wasn’t him? That he didn’t have a choice? Stephen’s explanation had been less kind to himself. That the acts were all him.
He doesn’t want to think that any of this is what Eddie’s capable of without morality or inhibitions holding him back. He can’t. ] You need me, and I’m here. Tell me what else.
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he doesn't want to tell Jim anything else, doesn't want to and all the same he needs the man to stay and listen. the hands threatening to shove again grip the front of his shirt and Eddie lets out a frustrated laugh, a huff -- a sob.
he hasn't admitted this to Jem or Billy yet, wasn't ever going to say this out loud but thinks maybe he should. ) I goaded them to do this-- the burn, the marks. I knew it would fuck them both up but that was the whole point. To fuck you all up.
That part's me. I know how to do that, what to say. That part was all me.