Well, yeah, probably. Just the way that that probably means there's two of me.
(Which was a lot to think about. He squeezes Richie's hand tighter, and wishes he was better at stuff like this. Bill would know the perfect thing to say. Hell, Sans would have this in the bag better than he did.
When it came to Richie, he just let himself talk naturally. It just wound up being the best thing, and he had to bank on that now. Even if he was a little freaked himself.)
What? No. You'd both be real, just maybe different from each other, but that doesn't mean either one of you is fake.
(Eddie says this with absolute conviction. He didn't want the Richie he had known for years of his life to be 'fake' and this one to be real, and similarly, he didn't want this Richie to be 'fake', even if he hadn't known him for years because well.)
You feel the same to me. The you I know from my time, and you-you.
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(Which was a lot to think about. He squeezes Richie's hand tighter, and wishes he was better at stuff like this. Bill would know the perfect thing to say. Hell, Sans would have this in the bag better than he did.
When it came to Richie, he just let himself talk naturally. It just wound up being the best thing, and he had to bank on that now. Even if he was a little freaked himself.)
What? No. You'd both be real, just maybe different from each other, but that doesn't mean either one of you is fake.
(Eddie says this with absolute conviction. He didn't want the Richie he had known for years of his life to be 'fake' and this one to be real, and similarly, he didn't want this Richie to be 'fake', even if he hadn't known him for years because well.)
You feel the same to me. The you I know from my time, and you-you.