( Unsurprisingly, by the time Eddie's lungs run out of air and he has to stop screaming he doesn't feel any better. For a moment he just stares up, chest heaving with breaths and entire body shaking with some unpleasantly familiar mix of fear and rage.

He shouldn't know this feeling so well. It's not fair.

He thinks the looming mystery evil behind all of this deserves to know as much. )

This isn't fucking fair!

( That didn't help either, but now something is kind of building in him, and frankly Eddie has had enough of keeping everything in. It hasn't made him any happier, it hasn't made things any easier, and it sure as hell hasn't stopped this awful bullshit from happening.

He's been biting his tongue for days, weeks, months YEARS and he can't do it any more. )

You can't just take him, you can't– I won't– ( He yells again, more frustrated than ever and he knows he must look absolutely insane screaming up at the sky and pacing frantically, but it's not like anyone can see.

He's by himself, he doubts even the force behind this can hear him at this point, but he gets louder and louder all the same. He can't stop now. ) I can't make things right again if you don't give him back, you psycho prick!