In the end, he couldn't turn back the clock. He managed to give Tony a second chance, but not the do-over he so desperately wanted. And that was only Tony. What about the others? Did they deserve any less? What about the people of Sky City, of Singapore, of Earth, of the galaxy, of every distant world they ever touched? The victims not just of Tony's rage, but of Hornet's fear, or the General's desperation, or Qubit's -
- or just Qubit? All the victims of Qubit's rage and fear and desperation and devotion and grief and that thing that keeps clawing at his heart from the inside, even now?
But it's not a "thing," obviously. There's no thing, no separate entity that he can blame. There is no Hyde to his Jekyll, no Blight Heir to his Longinmouth.
There is only Qubit, alone.
The long silence breaks with a shudder and a quiet, strained gasp. He clenches his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut, but he cannot stop his face contorting, or the first burning tears from spilling down his cheeks. ]
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In the end, he couldn't turn back the clock. He managed to give Tony a second chance, but not the do-over he so desperately wanted. And that was only Tony. What about the others? Did they deserve any less? What about the people of Sky City, of Singapore, of Earth, of the galaxy, of every distant world they ever touched? The victims not just of Tony's rage, but of Hornet's fear, or the General's desperation, or Qubit's -
- or just Qubit? All the victims of Qubit's rage and fear and desperation and devotion and grief and that thing that keeps clawing at his heart from the inside, even now?
But it's not a "thing," obviously. There's no thing, no separate entity that he can blame. There is no Hyde to his Jekyll, no Blight Heir to his Longinmouth.
There is only Qubit, alone.
The long silence breaks with a shudder and a quiet, strained gasp. He clenches his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut, but he cannot stop his face contorting, or the first burning tears from spilling down his cheeks. ]