for all time.

What does he get out of this. If he were human, he might want a lot of things. People want money, power, and fame. They want a two-story house and perfect marriage, a boy and a girl that has their shaggy hair and mother’s eyes. They want to live forever. Be young forever. They get what they want until they want something else, a never-ending cycle, relentless in its permanence. 

Theo has gold eyes and even golder teeth. Mobius gets this look on his face, and he says, head swaying, "It's not about what I want, what I don't want…" 

Maybe they’ve caught on that Mobius talks with his body. The side-to-side of his head. The turning of his hands. The rise and fall of his shoulders. He shifts his legs under the table somewhat and seems to find Theo's face, something to search for.

"We bring order, prevent literal apocalypses..." He lists them off like some larger-than-life thing, bobbing his hand in the air. It is. "Without the TVA—knock on wood—there wouldn't be life as you know it. And the fact that I like it here? In my very own slice of heaven?" He sets his hand back down, the barest glimmer to his face. "Just... icing on the cake."

"Kinda what I just - saw." It came out low with a seesaw nod on 'just' then 'saw'. Punctuated.

Mobius stands beside Cain and the crowd dissolves in hushed murmurs, people chatting by unaware, both of them invisible. There's the news flashing on a screen about an assault-turned-mugging; a man pummeled on the street with onlookers watching on, no one stopping to help. Not rare. What do they call it? The bystander effect. Not that Mobius could do anything, either. He can't disrupt history. 

First thing's first: commit her to memory. Brianne Corinne Landry, client relations specialist of Landry Capital Management. She's prim. She's proper. Not a hair out of place. 'Check in on our girl across the pond,' Willis' voice had crackled in from a recording two days back, the air unit in the office broken. 'And, oh, hey, don't let that boarding-school civility and pretty little smile get you thinking she's clean.'

Boarding-school civility. At least that's right.

He arrived at her home unannounced. Agent Mobius, CIA. Brianne let him in with her flawless courtesy and clicking heels, all black and whites like that's what she wants you to think—simple with nothing to hide.

He wonders if that's true, and Mobius smiles. He gestures to a manila folder he'd set on her table.

"How about the daily double?"

Inside is a grainy photo of her jet on Rook Islands. Another one beneath it, a photo of her zoomed in and unmistakable. If there's more, it's not here.

Mobius waits, and he looks at her face.

i don't think the tva allows for non-work relationships, either, or, more exactly, anything beyond "friendship" is forbidden. no fraternization. nothing that compromises your ability to serve or makes you feel anything is more important than the timeline.

when abducted by he who remains from his timeline and his memories wiped, m.obius became a blank slate. he needed a role to fill. a part to play in the t.va. at first, he was slotted into the minutemen, not exceptional and a poor combatant, needing to be reassigned. they designated him as an analyst soon after and, excelling, eventually promoted him to Agent. he was gifted a new name, then. m.obius m. m.obius.

but the version of m.obius we see isn't the version he's always been. throughout his tenure with the t.va, he's always been stubborn, not just in how he conducts his business, but in the form of residual memories. slivers of his past life, unlike most employees of the tv.a, tend to resurface, though never quite fully realized and always fragmented. they don't necessarily warrant a need to be re-wiped and reset—his love of jet skis is innocuous enough—but when too many fragmented memories resurface or if any one becomes too fully-formed, the memories are wiped. likewise, due to his penchant for investigation and his inability to keep his own curiosity in check, now and again, he runs into uncovering things he shouldn't, whether small or drastic. this is why he has no memory of leaving behind rings on r.avonna's table or why he has no trophies, effectively reminders, for his solved cases—the times he met with her in her office to debrief or talk could have followed some sort of revelation, personal or t.va-related, and immediately prior to a wipe. he becomes uncooperative or deemed a "threat". this is also partly why he stays in middle management. having access to higher-tier, restricted information would only invite and encourage future resistance.

there is also the case where, in his long pursuit of sy.lvie, he himself has gotten into contact with her and exposed to enchantment. his memories return. he's reset. the marks remain.

nobody quite catches on to m.obius' memory wipes, or soft reset, due to several reasons: 1) m.obius' behavior and personality never drastically shift. nobody has enough reasonable suspicion or evidence to think something has gone amiss. 2) once cases are closed in the t.va, they stay closed. there is no reason for further discussion or revisits. 3) m.obius does not disclose any aberrant thoughts or share unknowingly rediscovered memories or revelations to the greater t.va at large. they aren't the ones he comes to regarding anything at all.