I didn't think about you at all, I didn't remember talking to you. And now it's time for you to go. Eddie, somehow, didn't flinch. He remembered all of the experience he had with this during that time that stretched on, that was milliseconds and years all at the same time. Now he remembered all of it. And he remembered how they were both afraid to die.
I came back and you didn't. I get to stay and you don't. Eddie knew that the clown knew things, about how he had spent so long bemoaning his dying words, how he couldn't even say what he meant to Richie even when he was dying. But he knew about the clown, too.
Eddie looked back over his shoulder to Dan. Isn't this clown annoying? He's not scary, he's not funny. What's the point? Eddie got up and he could imagine it; they would walk out the door and that clown would fizzle out and disappear like a popped balloon.