"Fucking sucks if we're on a raid," Kobra huffed. Keeping your mask on out in the desert was rule number one, but he couldn't wear his sunglasses with it and when they finally made it back to the diner he'd just go and lie down under one of the booths, eyes closed and body trembling from exhaustion and pain.

"Are you?" Kobra asked, frowning at James. This was batshit. "I just don't get it. He was still there, in my time, but he's been here longer than me. So is this just some parallel shit? Or...or not even real?" Kobra'd struggled with the thought of his brother being fake, just a rebuilt, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. He needed it to be his brother. "And...what...what happened in my time? What if all of them got dusted?" he swallowed hard, trying to suppress another coughing fit. "BL/nd are fucking pigs, they'd do anything." There was enough hate in his words that nothing more needed to be added about his stance.

"But I can't...what if..." he leaned forward, head in hands and trying to breathe but obviously struggling. "What if suddenly I'm back there and he's gone again? Or something...something else happens?" He couldn't, absolutely couldn't deal with it again and the nightmares of Party dying just wouldn't leave him. Glancing over at James he suddenly looked a little guilty. "Not what you wanna hear, huh? Sorry."