[ It was the wrong thing to say. Of course, now that he puts two brain cells together about it, of course it was. He was thinking too narrowly, restricting himself to the context of Anchor. You regret hurting them; you won't be able to undo killing everyone. But he knew about Bear Den. Carlisle's already killed the very people he was supposed to protect, and he's right, he can't fix that. But that wasn't here, Qubit thinks, no one knows about Bear Den, you have a clean slate, you can start fresh -
But that's not what Carlisle wants.
What does he want?
Maybe it doesn't matter anymore. His last declaration hits like a knife in Qubit's heart. But then Carlisle meets his eyes again, and - his face softens. Regret? Whatever it is, it makes it all the worse when he suddenly starts reeling in pain.
No. No no no, this isn't what was supposed to happen, he's reverting -
But Qubit promised him! He promised he'd find another way! He swore he'd never let this happen again! Yet here it is, happening right before his eyes, if he doesn't act now he'll be nothing more than the Blight Heir's latest victim, and yet - he can't move, can't speak, can't think.
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But that's not what Carlisle wants.
What does he want?
Maybe it doesn't matter anymore. His last declaration hits like a knife in Qubit's heart. But then Carlisle meets his eyes again, and - his face softens. Regret? Whatever it is, it makes it all the worse when he suddenly starts reeling in pain.
No. No no no, this isn't what was supposed to happen, he's reverting -
But Qubit promised him! He promised he'd find another way! He swore he'd never let this happen again! Yet here it is, happening right before his eyes, if he doesn't act now he'll be nothing more than the Blight Heir's latest victim, and yet - he can't move, can't speak, can't think.
Six-fingered hands scrabble feebly in the dust.
I've failed you.
I've failed them all. ]