You're the one who's going, Eddie answered as he braced himself, brave as he could, and he walked forward to sit down. He knew this was his chair. He sat and he remembered.
This wasn't the first time he'd sat across from the clown. He took a deep breath, staring up at IT, unflinching. Something about being here again just made him feel calm and quiet inside, like this had been inevitable. His scar was pulsing, but he ignored it.
We spent time together before, Eddie knew. Swirling the drain after everything collapsed. That's what this is about. The clown was in his head and Eddie didn't even know.