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"Don't you have any doubts about the next penny drop? The next obstacle tossed into our
path? I do; I obsess about it constantly. As committed as I am to you, I can't fully be because
I expect it to end at any second...even when it doesn't; even we have these periods of bliss.
Jemma...are we doomed? How many more separations can we withstand?"
"Fitz. I feel like I have wandered the world in search of you. Not knowing that it was you I was
in search of. How bloody LOOPY is that? Our people: Scotland and Britain, fought a war against one
another. We have HISTORY against us You are my mirror. I've never been part of anything from SHIELD,
but I'm speaking of how it was for me personally. You see me, you have always seen me. And I see you.
You are FITZ. Not scary, deranged Leopold from the framework...MY FITZ. Ever mine. And if something
were to happen in five minutes, or five hours, or five 'whenevers': we will find each other-no matter what,
no matter where. Hold onto that- I do."
"I agree with everything you've said. I counter it with this: how many times the universe, or circumstance,
or whatevers intervene yet again. I'll lose my mind, my heart will irreparably break..if it happens again."
Jemma Simmons brushes these concerns aside. "If that happens: I'll come and get you, and heal you. Now
matter where. If it's half a world away. I will do that-as many times as necessary."
[Oh, this could be the saddest dusk I've ever seen
Turn to a miracle, high-alive
My mind is racing, as it always will
My hands tired, my heart aches
I'm half a world away to go©]