[ Kon is focused on the journey, and the possible deaths that the powers could cause along the way. Tim is too focused on the ending to even consider any other side but his own. Everything is secondary to how expendable these powers make Kon.

Gaia gave them to him because, if Tim is nothing to them, Kon is less still, and Tim can’t handle it. ]

And you want me to - what? Help you? Sit back and say no, you’re right - the hell you’re sparing me from is worse then what’s going to happen when I have to sit through another endless meeting so they can vote on whether or not we kill you and listen to Elle say “we” all agreed that this is the best option again?

[ Tim wants to take a step back, but stops halfway through the motion and this time the shakiness isn’t manufactured. If he moves away, they’d have to raise their voices. Too close and angry whispering it is. ]

I can’t do it again. You don’t know what it was like. I had to stand up and “say a few words” over and over and over and act like I wasn’t dead inside, so you can stand there and tell me that I have to do it again? Just once can it not be on me?

[ And the selfishness washes over him like a tsunami breaking on his head. ]

On us. Fuck. Kon - I’m sorry. You’re the one who died; I don’t have the right…

[ And now he is backing up, with nowhere to really go because they’ve been teleported away. Hard to leave when you don’t know where you are. ]