—No. [His answer comes quick because it's true, he doesn't want to die, he never wants to die. And then he catches himself.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just... don't know anymore.

[Feeling hapless, Toby drops his gaze to the floor. Still sitting up in bed, he now pulls his knees to his chest and hugs himself. It's clear he's struggling to be all right, and that he just wants things to be normal... or as normal as they have been, for this world.]

Though you know... if he dies, I'll probably feel it. And if I do, then he will.

[A beat.] Oh... God, I just. Can't think straight anymore, this is ridiculous. I've gone straight from a monster to an abomination.