"Used t'think I was a pretty good one, 'fore everything."

Before he couldn't protect him the one time it turned out to matter.

And an image flashes in his mind - unbidden, unwanted, forced upon him by Elias. Of being in Danny's eyes, looking up in pain and fear and incomprehension at the clown with its hands under his skin.

Tim's mouth presses tightly shut, and he covers his eyes again. His other hand turns and grips Jacobi's to keep it from trembling.

"God..."