[ His features loosen, taken aback both by Markus' composure and his clear-headed read on the Framework, while Fitz feels as though he might tip over, unsteady on his feet. Wetness pricks at the corners of eyes, but all he can think now is straighten up, boy. What he feels was, is real, yes, and the acknowledgment of that is too much, prompting him to drag a hand across his face, pinching at his nose, a sensation to focus on and stop any tears. ]
Only one type of person could choose — [ his voice cracks, betraying his infirm conviction. Prove him wrong, comes the voice again. All it would take is a step and a proper shove to reject the glimmer of redemption that Markus offers. ]
Plenty of people have been backed into tighter corners, and they never hurt anybody.
[ So Fitz will heave the weight on his shoulders and stumble forward until he can't go on any longer. It's not a sustainable approach, when the person he was in the Framework is still rattling around in his skull, slipping out in every other gesture and jagged word. Every Ophelia instead of AIDA. He steps forward, edging into Markus' personal space, lifts his hands —
And drops them at his side. Weak. ]
[ then, resigned. ] When you deviated — whatever you lost, whoever you lost, when no human was willing to help you… did you hurt anyone?
[ Androids, inhumans, people, there are rotten ones in every bunch, yet Fitz doubts Markus is one of them. Markus, who looked at him with concern even when faced with evidence of lies. He hears echoes of better agents than himself in his friend, those unafraid of softness because of their inner strength.
Perhaps that's why he gravitated towards Markus in the first place — and part his reason for lying, too. Can't even prove his point about being shitty 'cause even if he won't admit it aloud, he can choose to be a better man out here than he was in there. That's the thing about free will. Even if you've chosen something for yourself, the universe asks again: Is that really what you want? ]
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Only one type of person could choose — [ his voice cracks, betraying his infirm conviction. Prove him wrong, comes the voice again. All it would take is a step and a proper shove to reject the glimmer of redemption that Markus offers. ]
Plenty of people have been backed into tighter corners, and they never hurt anybody.
[ So Fitz will heave the weight on his shoulders and stumble forward until he can't go on any longer. It's not a sustainable approach, when the person he was in the Framework is still rattling around in his skull, slipping out in every other gesture and jagged word. Every Ophelia instead of AIDA. He steps forward, edging into Markus' personal space, lifts his hands —
And drops them at his side. Weak. ]
[ then, resigned. ] When you deviated — whatever you lost, whoever you lost, when no human was willing to help you… did you hurt anyone?
[ Androids, inhumans, people, there are rotten ones in every bunch, yet Fitz doubts Markus is one of them. Markus, who looked at him with concern even when faced with evidence of lies. He hears echoes of better agents than himself in his friend, those unafraid of softness because of their inner strength.
Perhaps that's why he gravitated towards Markus in the first place — and part his reason for lying, too. Can't even prove his point about being shitty 'cause even if he won't admit it aloud, he can choose to be a better man out here than he was in there. That's the thing about free will. Even if you've chosen something for yourself, the universe asks again: Is that really what you want? ]