[ Eddie had been so caught up in his own mental spiraling that he barely registers Steve's voice at first. After all, why would anyone here know who he is? Recognition hits Eddie like a pile of bricks as soon as Steve is in his line of sight, though, and Eddie is torn between feeling grateful that there's someone else here who he knows, and incredibly depressed, because does that mean Steve's dead, too? Did their plan to kill Vecna fail? ]

Fucking hell, Harrington, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? [ He settles for gratitude in the end, because he isn't sure he would be able to survive yet another hellhole on his own. ]

Am I okay? That's a very good question. [ He looks down at the current state of himself, maybe a little bit surprised that it doesn't hurt more than it probably should. After all, the bats had taken their pound of flesh. ] Not really, man, but apparently I'll survive.