If you and I are from different times, that means they're two of me.

[It's easy to talk to Eddie, it always has been. But it doesn't change that the conversation is a heavy one. Eddie's hand in his is reassuring. Even if it's not a blood promise, Richie can still faintly feel where his hand was cut open not that long ago.]

But there can't be two of me, so one isn't real?

[It's a question only because of his uncertainty, and hoping that Eddie will tell him he's wrong. He'll believe it, only because it's easier.]