[ There's only one unacceptable loss for Leopold Fitz, and she isn't here to judge his gambling. A man with nothing to lose (no, that's not true, he as so much left, so many people, everyone at his birthday, the allies he works with now, the SHIELD family that travelled here with him) — a man willing to bet with or sacrifice the few, a man who thinks he's the smartest in the room, a man who believes he has a right to make any call, as long as he deems it necessary.
He's wrong on all counts. They aren't gods, and they shouldn't act like them. Balance, Mr Fitz. applies beyond this conversation, as he keeps swinging from one extreme to the other, never in command of the pendulum. That she can quote his words back at him only proves her point. No one knows just how divided he is, at present, but people have begun to spy the inconsistencies, catching them before he notices himself. Who's in control here? ]
I want to believe that we can do better.
[ It's the same thing he said to Markus. ]
But what does that mean here? What's a misstep, with all these independent variables?
[ Is it something happening to Noctis — Damian happening to someone else, encouraged by Fitz's directives? ]
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He's wrong on all counts. They aren't gods, and they shouldn't act like them. Balance, Mr Fitz. applies beyond this conversation, as he keeps swinging from one extreme to the other, never in command of the pendulum. That she can quote his words back at him only proves her point. No one knows just how divided he is, at present, but people have begun to spy the inconsistencies, catching them before he notices himself. Who's in control here? ]
I want to believe that we can do better.
[ It's the same thing he said to Markus. ]
But what does that mean here? What's a misstep, with all these independent variables?
[ Is it something happening to Noctis — Damian happening to someone else, encouraged by Fitz's directives? ]