[As he leaves, Fitz at first doubles over, trembling. He feels nauseous from fright, guts churning unpleasantly. But he vocalizes a small sound, the last gasp of rapidly fleeing courage.]
Wait--
[He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't try to draw out this exchange any longer than necessary. But even now, he can't shut out the questions that have been driving him mad for months.]
no subject
Wait--
[He shouldn't do this. He shouldn't try to draw out this exchange any longer than necessary. But even now, he can't shut out the questions that have been driving him mad for months.]
I have to know -- Were you trying to help?