[ Eddie has always had a bit of a secretive streak. He doesn’t necessarily hide things, but he holds them very close to his chest until he’s sure it’s the right time to share them—or to burden others with the information. He’s tiptoed around his death for a long time, and while part of him would prefer to keep it that way for a little longer, the world has apparently decided that now is the time to talk about it. ]

You are?

[ He sits forward a little, and he clearly doesn’t seem to know how to feel about that information. He looks conflicted, his expression settling somewhere between surprise, upset, and relief that, yet again, he’s not the only one. Eddie has never ben afraid to be the freak in the room, and it’s never great news to hear that someone you care about is dead, but it is extremely lonely to be the only living-dead in the room. ]

That does sound metal as hell, actually, can’t lie. It, uh…it was bats for me. Freaky mutant bats. Tore me up. Kind of gross, actually, so, uh...I'm pretty jealous of a demon castle.

[ He could say more, but he carries right on: ]

Have you found anything yet?