He didn't the first time, either, when the Redshift deposited him and Carlisle here somehow. Entering the Plutonian's fortress had given the Paradigm their first unfiltered look into his psyche, exposed the depths of his guilt and rage and isolation. Qubit sometimes wondered what would become of this building, in the post-Plutonian era. A museum of his life? A memorial to his victims? A hideout for some unscrupulous villain? A hollow tomb? He and Kaidan could take its location to their graves, and that would just leave Gil, immortal, wandering the Earth with yet another lost secret of a bygone age.
Or they could tear it down. Part of him finds the idea tempting.
Granted, that's all hypothetical. What's drawn him back, in the end, is a need for data. Redshifts aren't supposed to take place inside Anchor. He didn't have any instruments on him last time, but he hasn't repeated that mistake. It took him a while to find the area again, the way space was warped around it, but he enters the throne room not long after Scaramouche, muttering to his watch as he takes readings on his tablet. ]
... real enough to fool the sensors, anyway. But is it actually the same fortress, or just an echo drawn from my mem...
[ And then he notices he's not alone in here. ]
...ories. Pause recording. [ He lowers his hand and clears his throat. ] What are you doing here?
rolls in late with starbucks
He didn't the first time, either, when the Redshift deposited him and Carlisle here somehow. Entering the Plutonian's fortress had given the Paradigm their first unfiltered look into his psyche, exposed the depths of his guilt and rage and isolation. Qubit sometimes wondered what would become of this building, in the post-Plutonian era. A museum of his life? A memorial to his victims? A hideout for some unscrupulous villain? A hollow tomb? He and Kaidan could take its location to their graves, and that would just leave Gil, immortal, wandering the Earth with yet another lost secret of a bygone age.
Or they could tear it down. Part of him finds the idea tempting.
Granted, that's all hypothetical. What's drawn him back, in the end, is a need for data. Redshifts aren't supposed to take place inside Anchor. He didn't have any instruments on him last time, but he hasn't repeated that mistake. It took him a while to find the area again, the way space was warped around it, but he enters the throne room not long after Scaramouche, muttering to his watch as he takes readings on his tablet. ]
... real enough to fool the sensors, anyway. But is it actually the same fortress, or just an echo drawn from my mem...
[ And then he notices he's not alone in here. ]
...ories. Pause recording. [ He lowers his hand and clears his throat. ] What are you doing here?