[ Reynir closes his eyes and gives a slow nod. It makes sense to him, that there would be consequences. If there weren't, it would seem too much like a myth, something not real. In the real world, trying to make things better sometimes only makes them worse, and sometimes it is necessary but there are still shitty unintended ripple effects. In a way, more than the holograms and more than all the facts and explanation, this detail seals it for Reynir, that all of this story is real. Qubit had done good work, but there's always some exchange.
But as for the scientific community, and showing work and findings and everything, all that is over his head. Please don't quiz him on what peer review means, Qubit. He's just nodding along to some of this. ]
Well, I'm grateful for your work, even if it wasn't my Iceland that you ended up saving.
[ That remark dims Qubit's smile somewhat. It is technically true that it's not the same Iceland, and... there's a strong possibility that superheroes could have stopped the Illness. Momentarily, it feels unfair. Why did his world get to survive so many existential threats when Reynir's didn't?
... But then again, there are always tradeoffs, aren't there. Trusting the fate of the world to superheroes is a big risk. His own world learned that the hard way. ]
Well, thank you. [ He taps his watch to put the hologram away, and checks the time while he's at it. ] Ah. I'd better get going. Carlisle's a stickler for punctuality, I'm afraid.
[ He pushes off from the lab table he's leaning against, does a final last-second tweak to his gun, and closes it up. ]
I'll tell you about the second incident some other time, if you like.
[ That's Reynir for you - he'd forgotten all about why he was here in the first place and the pressing business that Qubit has, and had just been enjoying chatting away without a care in the world. But he takes the hint quickly and gets up as well, getting himself all ready to leave along with Qubit.
When he offers to tell him another story again in the future, Reynir replies, with complete honesty and earnestness: ]
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But as for the scientific community, and showing work and findings and everything, all that is over his head. Please don't quiz him on what peer review means, Qubit. He's just nodding along to some of this. ]
Well, I'm grateful for your work, even if it wasn't my Iceland that you ended up saving.
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... But then again, there are always tradeoffs, aren't there. Trusting the fate of the world to superheroes is a big risk. His own world learned that the hard way. ]
Well, thank you. [ He taps his watch to put the hologram away, and checks the time while he's at it. ] Ah. I'd better get going. Carlisle's a stickler for punctuality, I'm afraid.
[ He pushes off from the lab table he's leaning against, does a final last-second tweak to his gun, and closes it up. ]
I'll tell you about the second incident some other time, if you like.
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[ That's Reynir for you - he'd forgotten all about why he was here in the first place and the pressing business that Qubit has, and had just been enjoying chatting away without a care in the world. But he takes the hint quickly and gets up as well, getting himself all ready to leave along with Qubit.
When he offers to tell him another story again in the future, Reynir replies, with complete honesty and earnestness: ]
I'd really like that.