[This would almost be nice if not for the conversation, both the subject matter and the vulnerability that seems to be part and parcel of the whole thing. It feels like a wound ripped open, raw and bleeding and usually he'd rather just bandage it up and move on, not dig his fingers in until it hurts even more.]

It's another chance though, right? You did what you had to and now you still get to live your fucking life, even if it wasn't the one you thought it was gonna be.

[Eddie can stay here, and live. That's better than death.]