It was a mathematical disconnect. I kept adding up the reasons why it had to be. He kept adding up the reasons why it couldn't be, why he didn't deserve it or couldn't do it. All the reasons why he was going to hell.
(If he is going to hell then why does it even matter?)
It comes down to distance equals rate times time. I am too fast and he is too slow and now is simply not the time. And the distance has taken on a life of its own.