Miles winces visibly at that evaluation, as if the guilt wasn't already weighing heavily enough in his chest. He reaches for a refill, letting out a slow breath. Funny, he's got just as much experience with dying as his older self, but hearing about it is still chilling. It wasn't quite the same, the way it happened.

He's quiet for a moment. He looks at his older self with a slightly haunted look. "Was it slow?"