Steve knows that there is no reason to feel guilty. Eddie needed fucking magic to save his life. But El might have maybe done something. She'd saved Max after all, right? Maybe... Maybe if he'd gotten the body out. If he'd at least brought Eddie home for a fucking funeral...

He tries to shake the grief and self-disappointment off but it's clinging like a chill. When Eddie talks, he puts on a small, melancholy smile. It's the best he can manage at the moment.

"I don't know, man. I have both of my nipples. You're down by 50%. Close..."