"Yeah?" He eyes his not-dead not-friend dubiously. "And go where? Can't we just - wake up and get this over with?"

It would mean walking right into a clump of those things and letting them tear into him.

Well, fine. Tim can stomach that. It's more immediate, not abstract or grounded in maybe-hallucinatory things stretched beyond human comprehension. He thinks he'd prefer that. It'd be easier. Better, even.