[ every day, two ideas wage war within him, that this is some version of purgatory that none could have predicted, and their actions here will determine where they end up when they mysteriously disappear, or that they will eventually go home, and remember all that happened while they were here. Nothing else makes sense, nothing else is bearable. To go home exactly where he’d left off, fleeing from Hawk to join the military, with no idea how evil this war will get or that things can and will be better, it isn’t something that he can accept. Werewolves and vampires and dragons and witches, sure, the meaninglessness of anything but those two options would gut him worse than any monster. Tim has to be sure, has to have that faith.

He knows that Koby feels differently. ]

You always say that. As if you don’t have a choice. But you always have a choice. 

[ He used to say the same thing to a certain prince who doesn't deserve the tears shed over him today. Maybe Koby will actually listen. ]

The Marines can't make you hate good people. I know you, and I don't even think you can.