[ Eddie is just beginning to relax, to enjoy the feeling of her fingers in his hair when she asks that. The question makes his guts turn to the ice, makes his blood go cold even under the warm spray of water. It's because he doesn't know the answer, but knows what he wants the answer to be. He's promised to keep her safe, and he'll do anything to make that happen, but he can't promise her what she needs to hear the most. As much as he wants to make that promise, to tell her what she needs to hear, he can't promise something he doesn't know to be true. ]

I... I really don't know.

[ He turns towards her, his face solemn, as he goes again to wrap his arms around her. Was this all a mistake? Has bringing her back caused more harm to her than good? In the moment he feels so stupidly selfish. Maybe he should have let her rest in peace, where she wouldn't have to worry about such things. ]

If this-- if this is too much. [ He pulls her tighter then, feels like he's the one about to start crying. Which again sends the shame that ties itself to selfishness flooding through him. ] Then I'm sorry. I know this is... so much. And you're here now because of me. [ Dead because of him, too. ] I don't want you to be afraid.