Which would only make sense I pick the superior flavor.

[ Still cocky, still a need to be better – but this time it wasn't as malicious, lacking true intent of harm. ]

And I want you to...put an end to me.

My mind..is so full of information, directions, things I need to know to kill you. Even now I feel like I could..

Do that for me...Brother.

[ He'd reach for him now in whole, grasping his hand tight. ]

I'll try...

But you must promise me this one thing, Bart. If I cannot rid myself of these desires, these feelings of replacing you, killing the speedsters.

If I do anything, we will know I am a lost cause. ++

You'd be put in the crossfire of my enemies. Of your own family..

[ Reaching towards his hand, his own shaky & unsure — afraid of what the future together as brothers could hold. If there could be such a thing.

Reaching, but fingers still linger just centimeters away ]

I wanted you dead, out of my way so I could take your place. That's why I was created, to take your place..But you were right.

I've never loved..I've never been loved. So if I took your place what god damn difference would it make..? I'd still have nothing..

[ His hands falling to his lap, eyes shifting off to one side & he could feel his nerves causing his hands to tremble. ]

.....

I can't take it back, you know? Any of it. I can't. There's nothing I can say or do to take it back...Even if I wanted to.

I wanted so badly to get rid of you. ++

Why are you...being nice to me? When I hate you.. You hate me.

I ruined your life, I killed you..! So why. Why, Bart..?

You killing me would feel easier than this..

[ He felt a knot twisting in his stomach -- knowing that despite it all, despite what disdain Bart still held for him, he'd still treat him, race him, talk to him like he was something. Someone.

Like he was Thaddeus, not Inertia. ]

...I'm..

I — ..

[ But words failed. ]

[ 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦?

𝘏𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

He took that moment with him everywhere he went, turning back towards his brother as he recalled his horrors & the horrors he caused.

There came a thick tension in the air where Thaddeus went quiet. ]++

Like I said, I process food and energy differently, if I eat too much I can't stomach it and digest it the same.

I'll puke on you, consider it a warning. Or a threat. Whichever seems more fun.

[ Thad's almost too quick to answer, drawing back after his sudden utterance. ]

Pizza.. potato chips.. I see people eat them on TV.

[ Another bite of ice cream stuffed into his cheeks ]

I can't eat too much at once, though, dummy. ++

Velocity 9 speeds up my aging and my body with continued use, but I'll remain behind indefinitely.

[ He sat, poking at his ice cream while listening to his twin, carefully stuffing a spoonful in his mouth -- & for a brief moment, those eyes of his would..sparkle. ]

French fries. ++