He's never been the one that lacked conviction. Not once. A bone deep certainty that a thing needed to be done- he's always had that. Whether or not it aligned with what the rest of them thought would be best; that might've been the biggest problem.

But they had their shot. They all failed. His way hadn't worked. Their way hadn't worked.

Not many options left to them back home but anything is better than sitting and waiting. Anything.

"The wizard that had the amulet- he put it in play. I figure time travel has to be part of how we fix it. He said it was the only way we'd win. Fourteen million variations on the future- and only one route where we win." Those aren't odds he loves- those aren't even odds he can comfortably fathom. "So if all we can work on here is theory- that's fine. Call it payment for the lighter."