[ As Jon speaks, Eddie shakes his head, runs a hand over his face, and thanks whatever’s up there that at least he didn’t grow up where Jon did. He’s been victim to a lot of bad luck in his life, but the only deaths he’s ever really been confronted with are his mother’s and his own. He was very young when his mother died, and he can’t imagine carrying more grief than that. ]

I’m sorry, man. That’s…that’s a lot.

[ And to be tied to vows makes it even worse. ]

And, uh, if you break those vows? I’m guessing they don’t just send you home with a red mark on your record.

[ Your grades are in the sewer, the birds croak, as if picking at his brain to find a memory that might even vaguely connect to what he's saying. You're a rotting apple, they continue, and Eddie rolls his eyes.

But he's asking it without really saying it: is that how you died? Is that why you're here? ]