(fitz is a distracted person, whether by his own design or by the surrounding world's. everything has an explanation, if you think hard about it. an on switch, an off switch. everything has working parts comprising a whole machine. connor understands; he thinks logically but in grand webs that all thread back to him, the spider at the centre.
but there's one thing that separates them completely. that something is life experience.
connor's been through the ringer for only five months and change. fitz has had three decades of struggles, personal conquests that've both succeeded and failed, created and destroyed amazing, amazing things. all the rather naive android can assume is that he has an ally in this brave — or brash — man of one thousand faces. listen to and learn from his stories, analyze the way fitz considers things, and try not to pity him for the obvious tragedies he's survived through.)
Of course, (he begins, blinking his surprise,) we're friends.
(that's what's in front of him right now, drifting out here in the middle of the cosmos. a friend, leo fitz.
connor smiles suddenly, as though coming to some impressive conclusion, and continues.) I think we're more resilient than you're giving us credit for. I make my own chances, such as they are, so if you ever want to go on another excursion in the future — I'd be happy to. I've learned recently that striving doggedly to accomplish a mission can blind you to so many other opportunities. Experiencing more of this new-old world will be useful in the end.
I know it.
(familiarizing themselves with what new amsterdam — and the rest of that water-logged little sphere growing more and more distant as they speak — has to offer will be key. knowing the ins and outs of this life, what people want to add to their already highly advanced world, what they, as experiments, are needed for... it all has to be relevant. connor believes it to be and he'll prove it in time.)
So relax. (flips up the in-flight snack menu, eyebrows quirking.) Get a drink or something.
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but there's one thing that separates them completely. that something is life experience.
connor's been through the ringer for only five months and change. fitz has had three decades of struggles, personal conquests that've both succeeded and failed, created and destroyed amazing, amazing things. all the rather naive android can assume is that he has an ally in this brave — or brash — man of one thousand faces. listen to and learn from his stories, analyze the way fitz considers things, and try not to pity him for the obvious tragedies he's survived through.)
Of course, (he begins, blinking his surprise,) we're friends.
(that's what's in front of him right now, drifting out here in the middle of the cosmos. a friend, leo fitz.
connor smiles suddenly, as though coming to some impressive conclusion, and continues.) I think we're more resilient than you're giving us credit for. I make my own chances, such as they are, so if you ever want to go on another excursion in the future — I'd be happy to. I've learned recently that striving doggedly to accomplish a mission can blind you to so many other opportunities. Experiencing more of this new-old world will be useful in the end.
I know it.
(familiarizing themselves with what new amsterdam — and the rest of that water-logged little sphere growing more and more distant as they speak — has to offer will be key. knowing the ins and outs of this life, what people want to add to their already highly advanced world, what they, as experiments, are needed for... it all has to be relevant. connor believes it to be and he'll prove it in time.)
So relax. (flips up the in-flight snack menu, eyebrows quirking.) Get a drink or something.