[ He's still mangled. A dead man moving, now pale, bloodless and sharp as a knife at all his ends and edges. Eddie stays glued to him for a little longer, until he feels able to move and that too is sluggish and low. It'd be better had there still been blood in his veins. A smoother transition, able to burn his own supply, but perhaps Billy had needed it just that much more. ]
What... [ Words creaking at the edges, wavering with the waves of pain and confusion. He doesn't let go of Billy. ] What happened... I... [ Died. Felt it. Felt whatever the fuck Henry Creel is - but not... not in him. Not the way he is in the vines, or the bats. Is blessedly free from the touch of that cold, calculating mind but is able to sense it much the same way El does.
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Date: 2022-08-02 10:31 am (UTC)What... [ Words creaking at the edges, wavering with the waves of pain and confusion. He doesn't let go of Billy. ] What happened... I... [ Died. Felt it. Felt whatever the fuck Henry Creel is - but not... not in him. Not the way he is in the vines, or the bats. Is blessedly free from the touch of that cold, calculating mind but is able to sense it much the same way El does.
He's a new thing. A free thing. Starving. ]