#displacedhero

"You what? How did you...?!"

"…I just want to know one thing," Quint says slowly, gaze inscrutable behind his visor at he looks up at Quick. "Just… just one thing, okay? I’m not here to fight." Even though this robot ruined his life. Took away what small happiness he had found with so many people he loved gone, and shoved him back in a world where they were all alive, all there but he couldn’t go near any of them… No. He wasn’t going to lose his temper. Not now. "Just… just this one question. Are you proud of yourself?”

Huh. He could've sworn Quint was here to do just that-- Not that Quick would blame him. Had they swapped positions the robot in green would probably be in pieces by now. 

Words are difficult and slow coming, but Quick finally manages to speak without a strain in his voice. "You know me-- You knew me in your future. ...Do you really think I'd be proud of myself for doing something like that?"

A deep, synthesized breath. If Quint paid attention, he might notice the DWN's eyes watering-- Though he still avoided his gaze like the plague. 

"N... No. I'm not proud of myself, kid. Did you forget that if the doc says the word I don't have a choice but to do what he says? I... I saw how happy y' were to see me that day. You called me by my name. My nickname, even. I-- It broke my heart, y'know?" Quick curses himself internally for having started rambling, but here was the only person he could probably vent to. Well, aside from Flash. But in no way was he going to do that. "What he made me do was wrong, and sick, and-- And-- It... It haunts me. It has for years. And..."

Come on. Apologize. You can do it. Just say sorry, Quick!

He abandoned his usual route, instead taking it upon himself to investigate the problem. He sprinted toward the area where he sensed the distortion, not at all looking where he was going. That didn't matter. What mattered was locating the distortion, which... Seemed to be a green-armored robot master.