There's something very weird about hearing about your own death. Tim can't exactly say that he's surprised by the revelation, though; being a body double for Jack had more risks than benefits, especially with the way he was bound to piss people off. He had always suspected, since he'd joined the body double program, that he'd die screaming and covered in blood. Sucks to hear it confirmed.

That's assuming, of course, that Jack's being honest. It's probably... partly true, at least, Jack has the tendency more towards half-truths than outright lies. And Jack definitely wouldn't lie about his own death, so Tim can be pretty sure of that part, at least. Man, all that work that he did, all the people and monsters that he had to kill to get to the Elpis vault, right down the shitter because Jack just had to cark it.

So it's kind of a big thing to ask, for Tim to toss his lot back in with Jack when it apparently got him killed the first time. When he thinks about it, though, there isn't going to be anyone around who's more invested in figuring out how to get back to their universes in one piece. And even if he doesn't always like Jack's methods-- or, like, ever, he almost never likes Jack's methods-- it's hard to deny that he gets shit done. Tim doesn't want to be a stepping-stone on Jack's route to power, but he also doesn't want to be dead. He crosses his arms over his chest, pensive and still a little apprehensive, but, god. What are his options, really?

"...Yeah, okay."

Two words that feel like diving right into the deep end all over again.

"What's the plan, boss?"