[His gaze too draws to the emperor. It's a quiet, thoughtful scene. A safe one. He supposes it would make sense to try for the door again, see if they can't find their way out eventually, but what if—
Want to play some more, Richie?
(Henry Bower's rumpled corpse on the motel floor. The shrieking comet from a time before man. Their return trip to the house on Neibolt street, the rock war to save Mike's skin. Stan's head in the fridge.)
He doesn't want to go further. Richie wets his lips.]
Byerly, I don't... [Richie squirms on the spot. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath.] There's some things you should know.
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There's more than one reason.
[His gaze too draws to the emperor. It's a quiet, thoughtful scene. A safe one. He supposes it would make sense to try for the door again, see if they can't find their way out eventually, but what if—
Want to play some more, Richie?
(Henry Bower's rumpled corpse on the motel floor. The shrieking comet from a time before man. Their return trip to the house on Neibolt street, the rock war to save Mike's skin. Stan's head in the fridge.)
He doesn't want to go further. Richie wets his lips.]
Byerly, I don't... [Richie squirms on the spot. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a deep breath.] There's some things you should know.