"I'm, just as ancient as you are Lich." Chronos the Elder said still disturbed. "I mean, really. I've lived through so much time..." He looked over to Snow.
"You were in an alternate timeline, so to speak. While I could've used my powers to rescue you, I figured it would be better for you to sort out your problems with... Whoever that was. And," the Elder looked at his old and withered hand. "I needed my strength for other battles... I'm sorry."
"You refuse to let your power run without limits." The Younger said to his Elder. "You hold yourself to stupid rules, are unwilling to break out of your boundaries, and still restrict your abilities to that you can physically sustain. You still get nosebleeds from too much time manipulation." He scoffed before turning to Snow. "I was busy, couldn't help. And didn't need another psycho Vegetto."
"The trials will mean nothing. All of you are trapped in here and there's nothing you can do. Might as well let Doom do whatever he wants, maybe he'll institute effective suicide booths. As for me, well." He started to chuckle with that of a dying man's last laugh. "There's only one way to escape this inhospital realm, and seeing how I have no reason to help. You have the real Chronos, I have no reason to live, so I might as well kill myself." The Younger said producing his handgun and bringing it towards his mouth. The Elder put a hand on the Younger's shoulder.
"Please, don't. Okay, Vegetto's callous, but you saw what he could do once he learned to help. Remember, the Dread Masters? He learned to make a family, a team. Or the, first instance of the Time Patrollers. And Cuki, we finally have a purpose. Something other than just sitting and watching. Something active. Something to work for." The Elder said. The Younger sighed dropping the gun.
"Fine. But my name's not Chronos. My name is-" a lightning strike hit a skyscraper not far away. A blue lightning strike. Same color as Chronos' own time manipulation lightning.
"That's not us." They both declared in unison.