I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
Call my name and I’ll come running
‘Cause I just need some h e l p
Fitz said he could engineer cloaking, but…I’m afraid he can’t do anything. The damage to his temporal lobe was too extensive. He’s not the same and since Simmons left, he’s only getting worse. Simmons said she thought he’d be better without her here, but her leaving just broke him. In the months since, he’s grown isolated, talking to himself more and more. We have to fight on for him, for those we’ve lost.