[ Matt wasn't sure what he expected in terms of a reaction. But Tezcatlipoca's has him folding in on himself just a little bit. Slight dip in his shoulders, hand scrubbing up across his left cheek and staying there.

He feels like he's always out of step with what other people think, what they want and feel. Even here. Still, he does come over to the bed and settle onto the mattress. The dip their weight makes, the warmth of someone next to him--those, at least, are legible to him. ]

I don't know. [ Matt tries to see if he can telekinesis his laces from their knots. Unfortunately, his brain can't seem to tell the laces apart from each other, so for a moment, one loop undoes and redoes itself on repeat. It's objectively funny to keep fucking it up, but Matt doesn't laugh. ] Not to impugn anyone else's choice, but ... I don't want to owe Yima anything, if she's still out there. And Shards are so vulnerable anyway.

And ... you know, whatever comes next. Whether it's finding a way to fight oblivion, or if I'm totally wrong and we get to all merrily kill each other in the name of real, legitimate goal that can absolutely happen the way we think it will ...

I don't know. I don't expect to be the same at the end.