Eddie has been plugging away at decrypting the list he and Mike found in one of the ant houses. It's exactly the sort of thing he can really throw himself into. The usefulness of the results really isn't important to him. It's enough that this is a good challenge and he can do this.
However, as events unfold, and he and everyone else sees what's happening in the city - and he hears all about the reports coming in, at the newspaper offices - it sinks in that he was in one of these ant houses and the ants are filling the whole city with fungus and... oh god. No, he won't be having anything to do with that, thank you very much.
He was very eager to get himself hidden away in the nearest temple he could reach, and is not about to leave safety, not to help out some gods, not to help out his cohort, not for anything. He has already had his brush with things growing in his brain that weren't supposed to be there, and that was plenty enough.
It wouldn't do to sit around acting terrified, though. He squishes that right down, and is instead simply a ball of nervous energy, set on planning and constructing defenses that may or may not be superfluous. They'll need to keep the ants as far back as possible. The uninfected will need a safe path, and hey, it's another challenge to tackle, and a very, very welcome distraction from what's actually going on.
At the moment, he is sitting with his back against a corner, going over the writing in one notebook and drafting something else out on a pad of graph paper. The pen scratches along the paper at a manic pace, and he is oblivious to anything going on past the upper edge of the page.
[Location: A Temple]
However, as events unfold, and he and everyone else sees what's happening in the city - and he hears all about the reports coming in, at the newspaper offices - it sinks in that he was in one of these ant houses and the ants are filling the whole city with fungus and... oh god. No, he won't be having anything to do with that, thank you very much.
He was very eager to get himself hidden away in the nearest temple he could reach, and is not about to leave safety, not to help out some gods, not to help out his cohort, not for anything. He has already had his brush with things growing in his brain that weren't supposed to be there, and that was plenty enough.
It wouldn't do to sit around acting terrified, though. He squishes that right down, and is instead simply a ball of nervous energy, set on planning and constructing defenses that may or may not be superfluous. They'll need to keep the ants as far back as possible. The uninfected will need a safe path, and hey, it's another challenge to tackle, and a very, very welcome distraction from what's actually going on.
At the moment, he is sitting with his back against a corner, going over the writing in one notebook and drafting something else out on a pad of graph paper. The pen scratches along the paper at a manic pace, and he is oblivious to anything going on past the upper edge of the page.