He wasn't going to argue with him, at least, which was some weight off Tyr's shoulders. Even if Ion wasn't agreeing with him either. It wasn't as though Tyr could force Ion to believe he deserved to keep living.

No, they were going to talk about something else now. Tyr's expression fell, eyes narrowing.

"...For what?" he whispered uncertainly.

What was waiting for them?

How long would they need to wait for it?

But in the end, Ion was right. There was nothing they could do but sit and wait for the inevitable stop of the train. It didn't matter if either of them deserved to die.