Part of Eddie feels like it's best to get this conversation out of the way. He knows he would just be thinking about it, every minute of every strange day he spends on this cruise ship knowing that she's here with him. But then another part of him wishes he could live in denial. He smiles sadly, glad that he's not delivering her a huge shock or anything. Because then he would really feel like shit.

"I did. I found the K, but by the time I reached you, he already got to you. I tried to wake you up. But you were just...it was like you weren't even there." His voice cracks and wavers as he speaks, and he can't even look her in the eye. The shame of not being able to do anything, and worse of running when it was all said and done, staining his skin like the tattoos he'll bear for the rest of his life.

"I'm so sorry, Chrissy. I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't know what to do." Why did Vecna have to take her first? Why couldn't it have taken someone else, let them figure out how to save her with music?