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[personal profile] micycle 2026-03-08 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Upside Down. [ He thinks. Everything is a horrible unknown right now; everyone he cares about out of his reach, dead or alive or anywhere in between. ] She went after Holly. So did some of the others.

[ There's a short, rasping breath where he considers list them, but his voice refuses. It stop on the first consonant, and dies still in his throat. Still, he ticks them off in his head: Dustin, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan. Hopper, too. More people he doesn't know if he should mourn. ]

And what is there to even figure out? [ He looks over at Eddie, eyes dark and wet and so, so young. ] This is- it's basically our afterlife. We can't do shit for any of them anymore.