No. Hartley opened his eyes and stared at James. There wasn't a hole in his forehead. His face was still animated. He was bleeding. He wasn't dead. Was he dying? Why wasn't he dead? Hartley was losing it and he couldn't afford to. He had to stay whole, for everyone. For literally everyone. "You should be dead."

Not a reassuring thing to say, he was guessing. Hartley stared at him. "I don't want to do this any more."