Tim has this moment, as he's had so many times in the weeks, the months, leading up to the end. It didn't start with Jon storming Elias's office to confront him about Leitner and Gertrude's deaths, or with Martin talking to him about The Unknowing like he'd been in the loop the whole time. It's a moment where he's just still and aware of the wedge that he made, and that the Institute made between them.

That's part of it, isn't it? Things got ugly, and Tim pulled back so far that no one knew where to find him, so of course they didn't tell him what was going on. So he's read, and run research, on some of those freaky hunters. But the way that Jon talks about The Hunt, and Daisy; that's different, the existential weight of it a feeling in the back of Tim's throat.

"Must've been hard," he finally says, thinking of her, the rigid set of her jaw, the fire in her eyes, the look of hungry rage when Elias cornered them into Basira's contract. No, he can see it now, in retrospect. "For her, I mean. I mean, it's not like she was a monster."