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[ Oh. That's - his own composure starts to crack at Miles' reaction, that sharpness cutting through the mental fog about his own death. He hadn't been outnumbered, but he'd been trying to stop something at least as catastrophic as a supercollider, and -

And Miles had to watch him die. And his older self apparently charged him with keeping this up? That's - a little messed up maybe. God. None of this is okay at all. Why couldn't he have come to a version of the world where he's fine and everything is fine and nothing is messed up this badly? ]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean - I'm sure I didn't want to go. Especially not if you've gotta deal with this alone now.

[ His voice cracks a little. ]