I'll do my best, once we've talked about what you just said.
[ Jesus Christ. The thought of it hurts, an ache he can't shutter out in his present state. Connor's image in the aftermath, shaking and feverish, remains stark in his mind. he pauses to drag hands over his face — to type and retype in an effort not to scold his friend for being reckless, when his shields make him better suited to cart a body home. Ultimately, if the choice is between Connor or Markus, it's a no-win scenario.
But dying is easy. Fitz has chosen death before, sat on the ocean floor with enough air for one, him or Jemma. The potential of a life without someone is far more harrowing than the thought of nothingness. ]
You know I would've done the same for Jemma.
[ He debates whether or not to say any more. ]
But your choice took away his own. I hope you realise that.
[ Said the man who has stood on both sides of it, watching Jemma jump — and taking the leap himself. As much as self-sacrifice stems from bravery and love, it's also selfish, in his eyes. In sacrifice, even if there's no time for discussion or argument, you damn the one you love to helplessness.
Perhaps that's a harsh thing to say to a friend. One still recovering from a bloody gunshot, at that. ]
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[ Jesus Christ. The thought of it hurts, an ache he can't shutter out in his present state. Connor's image in the aftermath, shaking and feverish, remains stark in his mind. he pauses to drag hands over his face — to type and retype in an effort not to scold his friend for being reckless, when his shields make him better suited to cart a body home. Ultimately, if the choice is between Connor or Markus, it's a no-win scenario.
But dying is easy. Fitz has chosen death before, sat on the ocean floor with enough air for one, him or Jemma. The potential of a life without someone is far more harrowing than the thought of nothingness. ]
You know I would've done the same for Jemma.
[ He debates whether or not to say any more. ]
But your choice took away his own. I hope you realise that.
[ Said the man who has stood on both sides of it, watching Jemma jump — and taking the leap himself. As much as self-sacrifice stems from bravery and love, it's also selfish, in his eyes. In sacrifice, even if there's no time for discussion or argument, you damn the one you love to helplessness.
Perhaps that's a harsh thing to say to a friend. One still recovering from a bloody gunshot, at that. ]