[Even after seeing the blood, the broken window, Tim's reaction for himself - he never mourned Cross. Cross doesn't die, after all. It was a trick or test or tax evasion, he didn't care what, he was just sure his Master was out there somewhere, drinking wine and cackling as he amassed more debt. He's never been mortal in Allen's eyes. He's eternal, unflappable, a literal demon, and there was nothing to grieve for.

But what he saw, in that dungeon...

And the brief flash of shock in Cross's expression just now...

Oh, he's mad. Livid. And he's not holding back. If that's what it's come to between them, inflicting the most unwelcome news upon each other, then so be it. He's never been the one with information to hang over his Master's head before, it's hardly occurred to him Cross might not know. Cross knows EVERYTHING.

This is all his fault.]

The night you told me, about the Fourteenth-! You disappeared! Nobody could find a trace.

[It's already happened. Time is fixed. The man standing before him will go home someday, and it'll happen to him, and he won't be able to stop it. That just pisses him off more.]

But the Apocryphos showed me what happened! [ his voice catches in his throat, but he spits it out- ] He had Judgement, pointed at your head.