[Trust your instincts. If only Fitz knew how meaningful a statement that was to give, and how it soothes some of the disquiet that's built in him since the discovery of the power. His instincts and his gut are all he's had, most of his life, no fancy powers to grasp and alter the world around him. Only his own two fists. In some aspects, it had seemed to be the only way to impact his reality, his life, and so he'd relied on it.

Now, he's less sure, but he listens to Fitz and follows that line of thought with interest. He thinks of Mars because it was where he'd last seen plantlife in abundance, and the picture of nature had left a lasting impression on him. A sea of blue in a desert. A cold wasteland suddenly breathing, living. If it has anything to do with what happened in the dreams...]

What about you and Markus? You guys didn't notice anything after? Besides all the other shit that got changed when we woke up, I guess.

[The alteration process, Fitz calls it. Terrifying and fitting. Cain still can't accept it's him alone. It should be one of them instead, experienced leaders, smarter and more rational.]

I know I should... probably practice it again. If I do, would you... wanna be there? Might help if I had somebody who knew what was going on. Or could take notes, record it, whatever. [Nerdy scientist behaviors.]