eddie is so full of love and gentle and caring and wants to help everyone as best he can. he loves his friends so much and wants to protect them at all costs. but he also gets angry sometimes. he gets angry at henry bowers pulling a knife and cutting open ben hanscom, a friend he’s only had for a few minutes but would already do anything for. he gets angry at greta bowie for calling beverly horrible things he wishes he could wipe from the world forever. he gets angry at his mother, at her telling him he’s weak and sickly and oh eddiebear, stay away from those dirty boys, those dirty boys will get you sick. he gets angry at the injustices of the world, at the hate and filth trapped in the darkest cracks of derry and reaching out to grab at them when they make the mistake of getting too comfortable. he gets so angry sometimes, and he wishes he could scream and cry and scrub the hate away. he wishes that with all the frustration stored in his small body he could create a bubble around his friends to keep the violence and words and anger away from them, to protect the ones he loves. he wishes that one day he could trust that he is brave enough to stand up to all of them, the henry bowers and greta bowies and his mothers of the world, to show them that they’re wrong and cruel and hateful, to fight back against them.