[Qubit turns, Carlisle's expression shifting toward apprehensive behind him as he steals another glance at that picture. Despite having a few years shaved off, there's no denying that's Qubit. He doesn't seem like the type to waste his time reinventing his appearance, and what he has is a fairly unique one. The rest of the people with him are equally distinctive, all in their colorful outfits. By comparison, Qubit looks almost normal.
Almost. But what normal man would keep such dark secrets as a room full of skeletal children? His picture here, his reaction there -- he knows this place, knows those people. Are they family? Friends? Accomplices? Just who is Qubit, really?
Carlisle swallows down his trepidation for now, wanting to believe the best of someone whose life he values more than his own, someone who has been trying to help him, as far as he can tell. There has to be an explanation; whether or not Qubit will share it with him is yet to be seen. After what they just went through -- what he just went through -- Qubit had better be prepared to say something.]
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Almost. But what normal man would keep such dark secrets as a room full of skeletal children? His picture here, his reaction there -- he knows this place, knows those people. Are they family? Friends? Accomplices? Just who is Qubit, really?
Carlisle swallows down his trepidation for now, wanting to believe the best of someone whose life he values more than his own, someone who has been trying to help him, as far as he can tell. There has to be an explanation; whether or not Qubit will share it with him is yet to be seen. After what they just went through -- what he just went through -- Qubit had better be prepared to say something.]
Troubling?