Timon didn’t say anything in response to Larxene, though his expression made it very clear he had a lot to say. His face notably hardened as he threw himself against the glass harder, more desperately than before. As much as he hated to admit it, it was difficult to ignore the Nobodies words in person. Even more so avoid thinking about her words in person. Over the journals he just had to close the device and it was over with, he could occupy his mind with something else. Here he was stuck and he had to listen regardless if he wanted to or not.

Naturally, she was right about him. He really was just a scared little animal: scared of being hated, of being alone, scared of dying hated and alone. He was just pretending to be mayor out of a love of power, power he would never have. Power to protect his friends, to protect himself, but so far he’d only managed to hurt them. As for being a rat, well, he might as well be considered a rat for the way he acted. But there were a lot of people that relied on him, just as he relied on them. The only difference was that he’d let them down and not just once.

The meerkat stopped, resting against the glass for a moment in exhaustion. His back continued to face the girl, but not for long. Shortly after he had stopped running into the bowls side, his form began to slouch. His paws threw themselves over his chest as he gave a gasp and began to teeter. As Timon tried to step back he began to fall from a loss of balance, landing perfectly on his back. His wide frightened eyes gazed into Larxene’s for a second - then closed as he became lifeless.