"No," answers Jay after a moment, looking back up. "I - I didn't know that. I'm sorry."
Makes sense. Of course he wouldn't have a choice. Of course he wouldn't be allowed. That would just be too - too fair, wouldn't it? Tim's been trapped his whole life, by one thing or another, and Jay played right into that system, and now - now he'd give anything to undo it. If he had anything left to give.
He should say this. He should tell him this.
He floats forward a little and reaches out to him. "Tim, I-"
And then he blinks right out. His hand passes through Tim's shoulder and he yanks it back sharply. No. NO.
He can't make it - he can't - he can't do it!
"Goddammit!" he screams in frustration, reaching up to rake at his hair and he can't even do that. "Fuck off! Let me go!"
He doesn't know if the Rift can hear him, and if it can he's sure it doesn't care, but it doesn't matter. He's so fucking sick of this.
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Makes sense. Of course he wouldn't have a choice. Of course he wouldn't be allowed. That would just be too - too fair, wouldn't it? Tim's been trapped his whole life, by one thing or another, and Jay played right into that system, and now - now he'd give anything to undo it. If he had anything left to give.
He should say this. He should tell him this.
He floats forward a little and reaches out to him. "Tim, I-"
And then he blinks right out. His hand passes through Tim's shoulder and he yanks it back sharply. No. NO.
He can't make it - he can't - he can't do it!
"Goddammit!" he screams in frustration, reaching up to rake at his hair and he can't even do that. "Fuck off! Let me go!"
He doesn't know if the Rift can hear him, and if it can he's sure it doesn't care, but it doesn't matter. He's so fucking sick of this.