"Oh, no, of course you are. I'm not saying I'm evil. Just, you know. Sometimes I don't recycle and I jay-walk and one time I killed a guy with an ax. Little stuff." Listen. It was part of his long story, which he was also telling very badly. Which was only something he now realized.
"Oh. No. Someone stayed. Our friend Mike. So, when IT came back, he remembered still and called us, made us come back. It fucking sucked, dude. All my best friends, it made me forget them for almost thirty years. And then one of 'em killed himself because he couldn't -- he couldn't. And then there was, Eddie." He paused, uncertain -- decided not to go that route. "Anyway, we killed IT, eventually. No cure for a fucked up future though, I guess."