[At the talk of not having to follow the legacies they were born into, Thad's gaze drifts spitefully to the Flash symbol on Bart's Kid Flash costume, raising an eyebrow at him. But the judgmental look doesn't get much time to settle. At the mention of not having to do anything they didn't choose for themselves, he`s suddenly uncomfortable, looking away and crossing his arms over his chest in a way that's equal parts self-soothing and defensive.

Talk of the farm doesn't seem to particularly move him as he continues to stubbornly glare off into the middle distance, and he lets an uncomfortable gap of silence settle between them before finally responding.]

...I don't know what I want for myself. Or rather, I do, but if I'm stuck here I have no way to act on it, and I don't know what I want beyond that.

[It's hard to accept the idea that he would have to live adrift on his own wants, when he'd never been allowed to want anything he wasn't told to. An idea that probably should have felt freeing instead felt suffocating.]

I do know one thing, though. Killing you would just give him what he wants, and right now I don't want to give him anything. So you're safe from me while we're here. At least for now.