[ Qubit's quiet for a while, pressing his fingers to his mouth, looking over the garden without really seeing it. This all tracks, that's what gets to him. He asked for Carlisle's input only when he had no other option. He wanted to fix everything himself, even if it meant robbing Carlisle of agency in his own life.
Like everything else, it doesn't paint the Qubit-that-was in a very flattering light. He wants to believe he genuinely cared about Carlisle, but what evidence is there to support that? Admittedly, he was having similar doubts last night - Does Carlisle actually care about me, or does he just need something from me? But whatever Carlisle needs, it's not something he can get from Qubit, that's become abundantly clear.
What about the reverse, though? Did Qubit actually care, or did he just need something from Carlisle? ]
... Well, I can't tell you for certain what was in my head. Obviously. But I know how I see you now. [ He pauses, then shrugs helplessly. ] Maybe that's still useful? I mean, it's the same head.
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Like everything else, it doesn't paint the Qubit-that-was in a very flattering light. He wants to believe he genuinely cared about Carlisle, but what evidence is there to support that? Admittedly, he was having similar doubts last night - Does Carlisle actually care about me, or does he just need something from me? But whatever Carlisle needs, it's not something he can get from Qubit, that's become abundantly clear.
What about the reverse, though? Did Qubit actually care, or did he just need something from Carlisle? ]
... Well, I can't tell you for certain what was in my head. Obviously. But I know how I see you now. [ He pauses, then shrugs helplessly. ] Maybe that's still useful? I mean, it's the same head.