[ the dim hope lorna was wrong—or not actually lorna, or lying, or a million scattered snatches at reworking reality into a kinder framework dies a final death when marcos confirms it.
as far as caitlin is concerned, lorna brought andy home; the particulars of how exactly those events unfolded aren’t as important as the fact that if caitlin couldn’t be there to protect him, lorna was. all the same, she doesn’t know lorna like she does marcos. he wouldn’t lie about the kids—or if he did, he’d be worse at it. ]
Okay. Okay. [ she nods sharply, trying to think about anything but reed’s face and the potential that last goodbye was kinder than not knowing.
maybe nobody clue her in about the potential of people from earlier in any given timeline arriving just yet. baby steps. ] If I’m here now, then…
[ caitlin has absolutely no idea what then, but that’s never stopped her before. ]
Maybe John’s here, but something’s blocking him. They could have a telepath, or… I don’t know. Maybe the portal didn’t scatter us through time, maybe we just don’t remember everything. [ even caitlin can hear the ragged, frantic edge to her voice. wincing, she tries to modulate her tone, but she can’t hide exactly how little of this has anything to do with genuine theorizing. ] They could be here, Marcos. I just have to find them.
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as far as caitlin is concerned, lorna brought andy home; the particulars of how exactly those events unfolded aren’t as important as the fact that if caitlin couldn’t be there to protect him, lorna was. all the same, she doesn’t know lorna like she does marcos. he wouldn’t lie about the kids—or if he did, he’d be worse at it. ]
Okay. Okay. [ she nods sharply, trying to think about anything but reed’s face and the potential that last goodbye was kinder than not knowing.
maybe nobody clue her in about the potential of people from earlier in any given timeline arriving just yet. baby steps. ] If I’m here now, then…
[ caitlin has absolutely no idea what then, but that’s never stopped her before. ]
Maybe John’s here, but something’s blocking him. They could have a telepath, or… I don’t know. Maybe the portal didn’t scatter us through time, maybe we just don’t remember everything. [ even caitlin can hear the ragged, frantic edge to her voice. wincing, she tries to modulate her tone, but she can’t hide exactly how little of this has anything to do with genuine theorizing. ] They could be here, Marcos. I just have to find them.