(Eddie can feel the exact second his lungs begin to squeeze together. His knee-jerk reaction is to take out his inhaler. His hands itch and instead of the inhaler, he digs his hand into his pocket where a well-worn red scarf now was folded up. He squeezes his fist around it until his knuckles whiten. It helps- a little.)

Yeah, I guess.

(Definitely, rather.)

She did lie to me about being sick.

(He confesses this, but he also decides to be upfront otherwise.)

But I think that wound up making me sick in other ways.

(His eyes slant to the side before drawing back to Chara. He wonders, for a beat, if this person was going to hold that over them and mock him for it. Could he even blame them? Sometimes he lay awake at night feeling like such an idiot for believing her all this time. Other times, he was still caught up in believing it all. Twelve years he's been this way. Twelve years. That didn't just go away.)

...What's your name?