[His mouth opens. He begins to shake his head, then wipes at his brow. Weary. Apprehensive.]
It's just complicated. All right? It's the sort of thing where the more you know, the worse it is for you. [Or it would be, if they were in Derry for real. The thing's a million miles away, but Richie wonders how long it'll stay that way. This week it's popping up in mirrors. What if it's his turn to step up for expulsion? What if the next week portals open to worse places? If the visions and the tricks get too solid to tell the difference anymore?] Ordinarily, you can't see it unless it wants you to. And it doesn't want you to unless it's trying to kill you.
It prefers kids. But sometimes, it'll make a run at a grown man too. Especially ones that pissed it off before.
[Not as gruesomely as it could have, but the job's done. Richie nods.]
Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I don't like the way things from your past keep getting dragged out here. Even if it's just an illusion. Or a more physical manifestation, like the shit they pull in Expulsions every Sunday.
I don't want any version of It anywhere near you. Any of you guys.
[ . . . he nods a little bit at that. it sounds quite spooky, a poltergeist that could be chasing down his monsieur richie. it's not enough to actually scare yves or anything but ]
... I understand. I'm still sorry you had to go through it, though.
Then he comes forward, pulling the guy into a hug.]
I'm all right, kiddo. Nobody's life is all sunshine and roses. [Nor are they rife with supernatural murder, or premature death and scars that make you outcasts. They're just lucky like that.] The way we left off, things just might be all right back there. Knock on wood, and all that.
[I'm rooting for you, Big Bill. And everyone else who's left.]
[ . . . it's not a happy answer but it's the honest one. so he shakes his head. ]
I'm content with where my life ended.
That's not to say that I think I'm just going to fade into nothing—the angels have encouraged me to think a little harder about what I could want, or where I would want to be...
I'm just waiting to see Adolphe again, to find out if we're going together.
[ because if yves really gets a choice, it's to be next to him ]
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Yves...
[His mouth opens. He begins to shake his head, then wipes at his brow. Weary. Apprehensive.]
It's just complicated. All right? It's the sort of thing where the more you know, the worse it is for you. [Or it would be, if they were in Derry for real. The thing's a million miles away, but Richie wonders how long it'll stay that way. This week it's popping up in mirrors. What if it's his turn to step up for expulsion? What if the next week portals open to worse places? If the visions and the tricks get too solid to tell the difference anymore?] Ordinarily, you can't see it unless it wants you to. And it doesn't want you to unless it's trying to kill you.
It prefers kids. But sometimes, it'll make a run at a grown man too. Especially ones that pissed it off before.
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[ with all these pieces put together. to encounter some terrible ghost when he was a child, and then to be haunted all his life from it. ]
If you told me more, you think I'd be targeted?
[ is it some way of trying to protect him? ]
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[Not as gruesomely as it could have, but the job's done. Richie nods.]
Maybe I'm being paranoid, but I don't like the way things from your past keep getting dragged out here. Even if it's just an illusion. Or a more physical manifestation, like the shit they pull in Expulsions every Sunday.
I don't want any version of It anywhere near you. Any of you guys.
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... I understand. I'm still sorry you had to go through it, though.
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Then he comes forward, pulling the guy into a hug.]
I'm all right, kiddo. Nobody's life is all sunshine and roses. [Nor are they rife with supernatural murder, or premature death and scars that make you outcasts. They're just lucky like that.] The way we left off, things just might be all right back there. Knock on wood, and all that.
[I'm rooting for you, Big Bill. And everyone else who's left.]
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... okay. [ tentatively ]
And do you... plan on going back, Monsieur Richie? To life?
[ he does realize he never asked ]
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Anyway there's a bit of a pause.]
...I'd like to. If it'll help them. If nothing else, just to see the rest of them through.
[His lips purse.]
What about you?
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I'm content with where my life ended.
That's not to say that I think I'm just going to fade into nothing—the angels have encouraged me to think a little harder about what I could want, or where I would want to be...
I'm just waiting to see Adolphe again, to find out if we're going together.
[ because if yves really gets a choice, it's to be next to him ]