"It'd be better," Tim mutters, half to himself. "At least I wouldn't need to think about this shit."

Would it be better? It'd have to be, really. Much as he grew to dread the blackouts, the moments where his brain lapsed into inactivity while something dark and inhuman took hold of his skull, at least he was spared the bleakness of reality for a little bit.

And it's so fucked that he's even considering this.

"All right," he says tiredly, turning to face Jay. "Where to, then?"