With the resolve burning in his heart, Leo thought about revealing what he had learned to everyone after they survived this ordeal. Yet after thinking for a few moments longer, he decided he should not. The truth was too heavy. The truth was poison. The truth would shatter the fragile hope that kept them all moving.
If they knew that they were killing themselves from ruined timelines for strength, would they regret their actions? Would they look at their own hands and see murder rather than survival? Would they resent him for pushing forward, for accepting these rewards, for walking a path paved with the corpses of versions of themselves?
