[ Eddie almost doesn't hear her, for how absorbed he is in the book. Its pages are in Latin, but there is almost a full translation scrawled into the margins, some of it his own work, most of it from however many people the book had passed through before it had reached him. The page doesn't paint a pretty picture, at least now for its cost. But it makes sense that life would carry the heaviest cost imaginable.

It doesn't matter to him what the cost is. He's willing to pay it. ]

I'm sure.

[ Eddie looks at her with grave solemnity, debating what to tell her. He doesn't want to lie to her, but he's afraid that if he tells her, she'll beg him not to go through with it. Thoughts tumble over each other in a furious clatter as he tries to sort out what to say. He swallows hard around the lump in his throat, unable to force it down. ]

It's... not going to be easy. [ That much is true, even if he's dancing around the rest of it. ] I need you to trust me, Chrissy. I can do this. It's going to take some time but-- I'm going to bring you back. For real.