Bill nodded, then shrugged. He knew what Richie was saying had been true, but things were different now. He was different now. He grabbed his beer and took a drink, then looked round at Richie again.
"I'm nuh-not g-g-going to llllet k-kids g-g-g-go duh-down a-after that b-b-b-bastard! Even ih-if th-th-those kuh-kids are us. And, a-and I c-c-can't juh-just l-l-leave it. The d-d-door opened in D-D-D-Derry, d-during A-august 1989, for a r-r-reason. I'm guh-going to k-k-k-kill it a-a-and I'm g-g-going to k-keep us sssafe. And I, I, I'll hhhave huh-help f-from the p-p-people that l-live here." He paused after all that. The stutter coming back so strong was fucking annoying, especially when he was trying to explain things.
"I nuh-nuh-know it sh-sh-shuh-should b-be all of u-us, b-b-b-but... yuh-you're the only p-p-person fffrom home th-that I've sss-suh-seen s-s-since I wuh-was eh-eh-eleven, Richie. I d-d-don't have a-any choice."