Jason could remember that day clearly, he even set up his comms on a speaker as he tinkered at his bike in a safe house. The whole comm line lit up in chaos. Frantic screaming, yelling, crying, everything before he was able to grab his helmet. When he was finally able to get to the manor, it was like a hurricane, everyone was borderline fearful of Bruce, and even Alfred couldn’t talk him down enough to hear reason. But when the Lazarus Pit was brought up by Damian, Jason immediately shot it down. His body is still reeling from that glorified Hot Spring years down the line, he won’t put his little sibling through that.

But the bigger slap in the face was Bruce waiting four days until dumping you in that Pit with the help of Talia. He had to turn off his phone to stop from blowing up Bruce's phone. Of course, it had the worst effects on you and became an incoherent mess for nearly a week. But Bruce smothered you enough, Damian couldn’t keep dragging you out of bed by your arm to force you back, Dick can’t encourage you to waste away, and Tim can’t just spin a solution from just a bad sequence of events.

So when he finally came to your room to drag you out, it hit him like a brick. God... did he look like a ghost when Talia put him in that cursed water? "Come on, kid... let’s go, yeah?" He sat down, looking at you. This felt like a fever dream. When you didn’t respond, he sighed. "You died, I know. I know better than anyone here, but you’re not still dead. It's hard... but taking that step forward is the best thing you can do." He can be the person that he desperately needed to guide him through the Hell of those after-effects when he was in your spot.