fortunate for the pair of them, perhaps, is the fact that peggy doesn't quite manage to articulate the thought in her own head that rip's actions -- his motivations -- put her own hypothetical selfishness into sharp contrast. there's some itchy inkling there somewhere in her brain, but it's quashed by sympathy long before it takes shape. instead, her focus pivots to the second name. jonas. that's three, now, that she's heard and filed away in her mental dossier. and all from this same conversation.
the gears might slow in sympathy, yes, but they never stall completely. peggy also shifts where she sits, turning her upper body so that she's angled toward him rather than parallel to. some of the things said out at the firing range -- while rip had been altered, brainwashed, whatever the most appropriate term might be -- spring back to her with a touch more clarity. like reverse-engineering details into those hard, hurtful memories. ]
And your organization, [ the time masters, ] didn't approve.
[ hence the betrayal, hence the stolen ship, hence a whole bloody lot. peggy doesn't know what box she's opening when her 'interrogation' continues. ]
...Why not?
[ what she betrays now is utter disbelief on his behalf. personal stakes aside -- even knowing what she knows from the crumbs rip's let fall about the time masters and their mandate -- nothing sits right in her bones about allowing a despot to rule. blame the so-called greatest generation. ]
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fortunate for the pair of them, perhaps, is the fact that peggy doesn't quite manage to articulate the thought in her own head that rip's actions -- his motivations -- put her own hypothetical selfishness into sharp contrast. there's some itchy inkling there somewhere in her brain, but it's quashed by sympathy long before it takes shape. instead, her focus pivots to the second name. jonas. that's three, now, that she's heard and filed away in her mental dossier. and all from this same conversation.
the gears might slow in sympathy, yes, but they never stall completely. peggy also shifts where she sits, turning her upper body so that she's angled toward him rather than parallel to. some of the things said out at the firing range -- while rip had been altered, brainwashed, whatever the most appropriate term might be -- spring back to her with a touch more clarity. like reverse-engineering details into those hard, hurtful memories. ]
And your organization, [ the time masters, ] didn't approve.
[ hence the betrayal, hence the stolen ship, hence a whole bloody lot. peggy doesn't know what box she's opening when her 'interrogation' continues. ]
...Why not?
[ what she betrays now is utter disbelief on his behalf. personal stakes aside -- even knowing what she knows from the crumbs rip's let fall about the time masters and their mandate -- nothing sits right in her bones about allowing a despot to rule. blame the so-called greatest generation. ]