[He listens, attentive, hands falling still and then away from the bike in a flutter of movement. He retrieves a nearby scrap of cloth to clean his own fingertips while Fitz paints two versions of himself: two blueprints in time. How he's lived both — and how easy it must be to feel lost between.
SHIELD. Helping people. Jemma. He hasn't heard the name before, but his mind fixes on it like a hook. He decides to set aside the burning questions that threaten to follow.]
You're not that other one. You're the nicest fucking asshole I've met in this... [Cain waves a vague hand.] Place. Does it really matter what you were at one point in whatever timeline if you're not like that now?
Somewhere out in the multiverse, maybe I'm still in prison. Or I'm just... killing people 'cause I don't got a choice. Or I'm dead. Or some other stupid bullshit. [Something rests hard in his tone, like a stone buried beneath.] Not fucking true here.
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SHIELD. Helping people. Jemma. He hasn't heard the name before, but his mind fixes on it like a hook. He decides to set aside the burning questions that threaten to follow.]
You're not that other one. You're the nicest fucking asshole I've met in this... [Cain waves a vague hand.] Place. Does it really matter what you were at one point in whatever timeline if you're not like that now?
Somewhere out in the multiverse, maybe I'm still in prison. Or I'm just... killing people 'cause I don't got a choice. Or I'm dead. Or some other stupid bullshit. [Something rests hard in his tone, like a stone buried beneath.] Not fucking true here.