Georgie's head was still reeling after everything--and God, how he wished those memories had stayed buried--but he couldn't really worry about that when his big brother was apparently hellbent on getting himself killed to keep them all safe. "Where would Billy even go? I mean, if he plans on fighting that damned clown by himself, how's he even gonna find IT? . . Honestly, all I remember is that cave in the sewers. I never really knew how I got in or how you guys got me out when we were kids." (for Ben or Richie, pre-final showdown with IT?)
Ben took a steadying breath, trying to ignore the knot of dread twisting in his stomach. Bill was reckless on a good day, but now? Now, with all those memories clawing their way back to the surface, with that all-consuming guilt driving him forward? There was no telling what he'd do. ❝He’s not thinking straight, Georgie. None of us are, but Bill? He’s always carried this like it was all on him, like he has to be the one to end it.❞ His voice was tight, frustration and worry battling for dominance.
His mind raced through old memories, flickering images of dark tunnels, the putrid stink of the sewers, the way fear had crawled up his spine like ice. ❝If he's going after IT, he’ll go back to the house. We’re not letting him do this alone. No way in hell.❞
