[ Eddie absolutely knows that his lackadaisical, often frenzied behavior can be off-putting and annoying—but he doesn’t really care. He barely cared before, though he did do a better job of reeling himself in. Now, he’s largely lost that ability, but he considers himself lucky that he hasn’t lost any friends due to it. If they want him out, they’ll tell him. If they want him to sit to avoid causing further chaos, he’ll do so. ]

Nah, man, I promise you, it’s really not that deep for me. I probably could form a cult around Black Sabbath, though. Given the time.

[ He’s probably dangerously close without even trying as it is. ]

Yeah. I mean, pretty much every day.

[ And it’s true, Eddie pretty much continues to live among human society as if he were still one of them. He doesn’t make himself elusive or difficult to find—it’s just that his followers don’t always recognize him. ]

Most of them are good people, and you don’t have to get close, you know? You don’t even have to speak to them. You can just…kind of exist among them.