[ Okay. Good to know that, at least, this exact scenario has probably not happened before. But once again, it's "not that I know of."
The Qubit he was before the accident is, in many ways, a black box. It all comes back to his preoccupation with his image. There's a certain way he wanted to be perceived, clearly - the way Carlisle first described him. "A good person." "Someone I can trust." And maybe, optimistically, that's what he was trying to be. But he's not - and moreover, he's not fooling anyone. Everyone's seen glimpses of the man behind the curtain; Carlisle's just the first to see the curtain pulled aside.
Yet he's still here. Why?
That question's been bugging Qubit for a while. Why does Carlisle put up with so much from him? The erratic behavior, the psychological deterioration, the general uselessness... et cetera. He has some theories, but Carlisle's confession finally fills in some of the gaps.
He finds he's actually not too surprised. You wouldn't expect it from this mild-mannered priest, but it's not the first time Carlisle's alluded to Qubit having "seen him at his worst." Out of politeness, he's never asked what that entails - but in this context, the implication is pretty clear.
They're kindred spirits, then, in a way. Men with brilliant minds, but unstable psyches. Good intentions, but poor execution. Qubit used to be better at hiding it, that's all.
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The Qubit he was before the accident is, in many ways, a black box. It all comes back to his preoccupation with his image. There's a certain way he wanted to be perceived, clearly - the way Carlisle first described him. "A good person." "Someone I can trust." And maybe, optimistically, that's what he was trying to be. But he's not - and moreover, he's not fooling anyone. Everyone's seen glimpses of the man behind the curtain; Carlisle's just the first to see the curtain pulled aside.
Yet he's still here. Why?
That question's been bugging Qubit for a while. Why does Carlisle put up with so much from him? The erratic behavior, the psychological deterioration, the general uselessness... et cetera. He has some theories, but Carlisle's confession finally fills in some of the gaps.
He finds he's actually not too surprised. You wouldn't expect it from this mild-mannered priest, but it's not the first time Carlisle's alluded to Qubit having "seen him at his worst." Out of politeness, he's never asked what that entails - but in this context, the implication is pretty clear.
They're kindred spirits, then, in a way. Men with brilliant minds, but unstable psyches. Good intentions, but poor execution. Qubit used to be better at hiding it, that's all.
He tilts his head to one side, sympathetic. ]
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