[the pause is enough to make Fitz think it might have ended within a reasonable span this time. He returns to work without checking for a resolution to the identity question. It's probably all lies anyway. They could say they're anyone on that side of the mirror. It's all too likely that it would just be more lies.
When the clue arrives, it makes him jump skittishly all over again, almost as if the visual is acidic and painful all on its own.]
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When the clue arrives, it makes him jump skittishly all over again, almost as if the visual is acidic and painful all on its own.]
....Please stop.
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What, no guesses at all? You're no fun.
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[He sets down his tinkering, arms wrapped around his middle as if a self-embrace might protect him somehow.]
There's no reason to stay here. I'm sure someone else is more interesting.
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Until next time, Fitz....
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How long is this going to go on? It can't be forever, can it?]