"I won't." He wouldn't, fuck this guy. He takes another bite of his burger and slouches forward, setting his hand in his lap. "Listen," he says after a long moment. As he speaks he pauses a lot, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out what his point even is. "It's pretty obvious that our timelines have a lot of differences. I learned some things, talking to you and to Carolina and to Delta. I couldn't...really bring myself to talk much to Maine or Tex or Church. It doesn't have anything to do with your guys's timeline so it wouldn't have done much good or made much of a difference." He frowns. "Just tell me...when we were messaging, you kept talking about death. Saying 'we' always die. What's that mean?"