"What if waiting makes it worse, Charles?" For something that could easily have been Edwin's snippy, terse tone, as it often was when presenting a counterpoint, it just sounded defeated, "What if we wait too long and it... sets? If this is it and we're alive for good now?"

It only occurred to him after he'd said it that wasn't necessarily an issue for Charles, who admittedly hated being dead and his expression folded in on itself a little, along with the rest of him, just sagging forward, dragging a hand up over his face and through his hair, "I'm sorry."