[Against his own wishes, he flinches at the description. He knew that… he knew it already. He didn't want to think about it, had hoped desperately that if the worst were to happen it would be a quick death. He's seen what the Krang are capable of. The worst they can inflict. There is nothing kind or merciful about it. Especially not when they're enraged.

He bows his head at the question, closing his eyes.]

I'm… I'm not looking for anything. I never asked for this… even if I could be forgiven… [and by his tone, he's definitely not asking for that,] I wouldn't expect it from you. I- I understand. The two of you are…

[Twins. Different. He'd witnessed many times what happens when one or the other is injured, hovering close to death. He'd seen how sensei fell apart worse than any of them after Uncle Tello died. To the very core, the two of them were a set, and damn the world that tries to separate them.

Or damn the Krang. Or damn Casey Jones, in this case. His hands clasp together in his lap, knuckles going white.]

I… thought it would be you, who'd want to say something to me.