I don't think any of us thought we were worth anything til we met each other.

(Wasn't that the point after all? Being Losers. Eddie's hand slides back across the table, and there's a wrecked sort of look on his face because that was all so fresh. Seeing Richie break apart during his death and Eddie gives a small, quick nod.

No, there's absolutely nothing personal he takes in that. He doesn't think he really even has to tell Stan.)

I died for him. (And that's why it doesn't bother Eddie that he didn't make it out. It's that easy. He rotates the mug around slowly.)

IT got him in the deadlights and I wouldn't....(He stops moving the mug and takes a deep breath.)

You know I'd never let anything in this world take Richie from me. So I didn't. (That's all there was to it. Eddie would never let Richie die. Not if he could do something about it.)

We weren't fine. Maybe the others, sure, but...Richie...(He's broken after all of that. Eddie doesn't have to tell Stan for Stan to know that.)

Not so sure he'll ever be fine again. No chances there. I don't know why you'd ever think removing yourself would of helped. We all needed you. But probably Richie most of all after...(After Eddie's death.)

Shit, he needed you before too. He always has. You're his best friend.