"He wouldn't agree-" the argument, which isn't really one so much as an opposite truth, falls from his mouth without thought. "he'd rather it be him than me." Than any of his siblings, but as it stands thus far, they are the only two Hargreeves in town.

He hears that half-second hesitation at the end of that cut-off statement. He feels much the same, at this point. That has to be it, but then why are they here, and where are the ones that had died before them?

"What do you mean? How?" Confusion creases his forehead at that determined statement. If they were stuck here-- and for all they know, they are, forever now-- what good does them earning information do, if they're all stuck away from the others?