"I ain't saying I don't. Mick." Leonard said his name the way only he did, even if this was Chronos, not really Mick, the mirror version, even more distorted than what the Time Masters had put him through. It was still a version of Mick, in the end. Still the man he cared for more than anyone, still the source of his greatest guilt. He tugged on the cuffs in frustration, as if there was anything he could even do if he broke free.

"If it helps you, then hurt me, Kill me. Fuck me over, whatever. I owe you." He wasn't denying that. Hell, Mick had ways of letting him feel that every day and he certainly knew how to remind himself of the fact too. "But they don't. They ain't got anything to do with this. You really think you need anyone else to break me?"

That from the man who claimed to know him better than anyone. "It's you hating me. That's enough."