There wasn't even a little doubt in Tim's mind that Jason had been trying to kill him. Not the first time, perhaps, because Tim had been beaten to unconsciousness, but he'd argue the throat slit and the blade to the chest were legitimate attempts. He was too stubborn to admit that the blades may never have sunk deep enough for a reason. But ultimately, did it really matter? Tim had forgiven Jason for all of it, even before all of this supernatural stuff came into play. Because he understood that Jason was manipulated and half out of his mind from the pit. It wasn't worth arguing over intentions anymore, not as long as Jason wasn't still trying to do it.

The face Tim made in response to the suggestion that they kill Ra's was all too predictable, but Jason put his hands up before he could start on a lecture. He still held the belief that killing was wrong deep in his chest, even if it began to waiver the further away he was from Bruce. He would only ever consider it if there was no other option. Hunting someone down just to do it wasn't the same thing, in his mind.

Secretly, he could admit to himself that it did sound tempting. Ra's was as evil as anyone Tim had spent time around. He paused, sighed, and shook his head. "You know, I still sometimes wonder if he managed to get his hands on my spleen. God knows what he could do with it if he did. Do spleens hold magic?" Not that he figured Jason actually knew the answer to that question. It wasn't something he was actually all that worried about.