[ Fitz sorts through various scenarios, with some more grounded in the evidence thus far than others. He pulls theories from his own experiences, too, working for and against HYDRA. ]
As a weapon, [ that's the big one, thanks to El's contributions on the network. ] or a test-run of man-made bodies. Perhaps an experiment on integrating unnatural abilities with different hosts, purpose-built bodies [ He gestures at Markus and then back to himself. ] versus pre-existing hardware.
[ It's possible that they won't be able to withstand the alterations to their persons in the long-term. Foreign DNA and wetware, inhuman abilities — they take a toll on the body. ]
But that's all conjecture.
[ And he's a pessimist with too much time for considering all the ways this ends terribly. ]
[A moment for all of that to settle. Theories beyond 'we're all weapons' have flitted through his mind on occasion, but hearing them from Fitz? That seems to solidify them, give them more credibility, though he's only just met the man.
And finally, his reply is just a huff of air. Humor strained, and he pushes himself off the wooden railing, gesturing for Fitz to continue walking with him.]
Isn't it all? I suppose, one way or another, we'll find out eventually. If there's a purpose behind us, it won't be long before that purpose becomes clear.
[If they're made to be tools, well. Tools are meant to be used, not observed.
The path leads into sunlight again. A long stretch uninterrupted by the usual branches hanging overhead.]
...I appreciate you sharing all of this with me, by the way. When I arrived here, I had initially thought I'd have trouble- [A pause searching for the right word.] -connecting with humans. Fostering trust.
[ Fitz finds himself grateful for the movement onward, slipping his hands back into his pockets and following after Markus.
The last thing he expects is a thank you, which prompts a sudden jerk of his head to look at Markus, features open and unguarded. They've compared notes and traded enough experiences for Fitz to surmise that Markus won't end up like Ophelia — that he's probably a good person, as much as Fitz believes in that anymore. And Fitz has only told half his story, omitting the parts that make his stomach twist with unease. It's too complicated to untangle for the uninitiated (and it remains convoluted, in his head), but it still feels like cheating. Maybe another time. ]
Yeah, of course. [ That's an automatic reassurance. He elaborates, voice softening. ] I haven't been able to talk about this with anyone, so you're the one doing me a favour. [ His gaze turns upward, squinting in the sunlight. ] You're very trusty — trustable. [ a helpless gesture. ] You know what I mean.
[ you will make all the connections, and fitz will throw himself in the fake river. ]
[That actually does make him laugh. The most sincere one that Fitz might have heard so far -- still not a very loud thing, but nothing really seems to be with Markus. The amusement this time, at least, appears to reach his eyes.]
'Trustable'. [Don't throw yourself in the river, Fitz, that's funny.] Trustworthy, maybe?
[ His measured demeanor seems to be an ideal counterpoint to Fitz's more high-strung approach. Reminds him of his teammates. He finds himself privately pleased at winning a laugh, even on accident. It caps off a surprisingly illuminating conversation. ]
[ snapping his fingers. ] That, yes. I'm a bit highly strung, [ "a bit" ] but you made it easier.
[ Oh, what a thing to reiterate to someone who doesn't even trust himself anymore. The words make his stomach twist, not altogether unpleasantly. It's not the sort of reassurance he expects from a new connection, least of all after a heavy conservation.
He ducks his head, just for a moment, before mustering a response. ]
You can't just look at me with those big, heterochromatic eyes of yours and say that, Markus. [ some light teasing makes for an easy route away from #sincerity. ] I'll be too flustered for our chats.
[ still nice to allow the seriousness of their meeting to fall away and enjoy a walk across the park. ]
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As a weapon, [ that's the big one, thanks to El's contributions on the network. ] or a test-run of man-made bodies. Perhaps an experiment on integrating unnatural abilities with different hosts, purpose-built bodies [ He gestures at Markus and then back to himself. ] versus pre-existing hardware.
[ It's possible that they won't be able to withstand the alterations to their persons in the long-term. Foreign DNA and wetware, inhuman abilities — they take a toll on the body. ]
But that's all conjecture.
[ And he's a pessimist with too much time for considering all the ways this ends terribly. ]
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And finally, his reply is just a huff of air. Humor strained, and he pushes himself off the wooden railing, gesturing for Fitz to continue walking with him.]
Isn't it all? I suppose, one way or another, we'll find out eventually. If there's a purpose behind us, it won't be long before that purpose becomes clear.
[If they're made to be tools, well. Tools are meant to be used, not observed.
The path leads into sunlight again. A long stretch uninterrupted by the usual branches hanging overhead.]
...I appreciate you sharing all of this with me, by the way. When I arrived here, I had initially thought I'd have trouble- [A pause searching for the right word.] -connecting with humans. Fostering trust.
[He's been proven wrong more than once.]
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The last thing he expects is a thank you, which prompts a sudden jerk of his head to look at Markus, features open and unguarded. They've compared notes and traded enough experiences for Fitz to surmise that Markus won't end up like Ophelia — that he's probably a good person, as much as Fitz believes in that anymore. And Fitz has only told half his story, omitting the parts that make his stomach twist with unease. It's too complicated to untangle for the uninitiated (and it remains convoluted, in his head), but it still feels like cheating. Maybe another time. ]
Yeah, of course. [ That's an automatic reassurance. He elaborates, voice softening. ] I haven't been able to talk about this with anyone, so you're the one doing me a favour. [ His gaze turns upward, squinting in the sunlight. ] You're very trusty — trustable. [ a helpless gesture. ] You know what I mean.
[ you will make all the connections, and fitz will throw himself in the fake river. ]
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'Trustable'. [Don't throw yourself in the river, Fitz, that's funny.] Trustworthy, maybe?
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[ snapping his fingers. ] That, yes. I'm a bit highly strung, [ "a bit" ] but you made it easier.
wrap this up to focus on our other thread? c:
[Maybe he is a little high-strung, but what did it matter when he had been so helpful? Is obviously so intelligent?]
I’d call you just as equally trustworthy in return.
PERFECT
He ducks his head, just for a moment, before mustering a response. ]
You can't just look at me with those big, heterochromatic eyes of yours and say that, Markus. [ some light teasing makes for an easy route away from #sincerity. ] I'll be too flustered for our chats.
[ still nice to allow the seriousness of their meeting to fall away and enjoy a walk across the park. ]