[ dick takes a step back from the vote monitor the second the voice tells them exactly what it's for, fists balled at his side. He knows, of course, that this is probably fake-- they'd talked about it earlier, and Wally is-- Wally West is dead and gone and Tim isn't here, but that doesn't make it any easier to look at them on that screen or hear their names.

(They look like his, but then again, so did Jason. So even if they were real-- who exactly would it be that he's condemning?)

He shakes his head and goes for the red box on the floor instead, to see if he can't open it. ]

Everybody stay-- [ he almost says whelmed before he remembers who he's with ] calm. We talked about this-- they're not real. This entire camp has access to our memories.

[ ... but that doesn't mean he's eager to play along and kill, even in a simulation, so: ]

Let's try to find a different solution first before we engage in anything. I've more than had my fair share of playing death games.