Eridan's shoulder didn't fight the push. Still taut as a wire underneath Eddie, the whole of him, but he had stilled.

"Feels like forever on the inside, don't it?" He muttered with a stiff jaw, eyes constantly moving. Eddie. the wall. The stove. The door. The stove again. "They don't keep clocks in there. They don't handle you at the same time everyday. That's on purpose. Feels like a lifetime of gettin' the bile beat out of you."

His tone quaked, almost imperceptibly. He hadn't thought about those hazy months in years. Hadn't wanted to.

"You learn to like it, huh? Because it's better than sittin' in the dark."