I don't answer to you, not here or any other fantasy world you two might've cooked up.
It came up in conversation.
How does the existence of an alternate reality come up in... in casual conversation?
I like to think it's because we were bonding, though I don't really want to speak for her.
Mack, you said it yourself, this world is not real. And in the real world you're in danger, right now.
What about Hope? Is she in danger?
No, things are different there.
Hope isn't alive in our world. I'm so sorry... I don't know what happened, it's not something you talk about.
No, that doesn't make any sense. She's alive here, why would it be different there.
AIDA, she made changes in this world to keep us from fighting back. She fixed your biggest regret.
I don't want to live in a world without Hope.
But, it's not real. You saw it with your own eyes, it's a computer program. All of it. Even Hope.
[shakes his head] She laughs at my jokes, we watch movies together, when she's sad... When she's sad I hold her. No, she's real to me.
[standing in bliss on the shore with the waves washing over her feet] I had no idea. I've only emulated human reactions, but to actually feel! The warm sand, the water rushing over me.
I feel like I'm gonna throw up.
I'm sorry, you must feel overwhelmed. Two lives worth of memories.
Only one type of person can do those things.
You did what you had to do, in order to survive the Framework. But it was a simulation. An illusion created by Radcliffe.
You were there, alongside me the whole time, allowing horrific acts of violence to be carried out in your name.
You're implying I had a choice. I was a slave, programmed to make the adjustments Radcliffe required. The world changed from there. All I did was try to fit into it.
No, you lied about everything.
I told you the truth about this world.
Yeah, but you manipulated me.
Every decision you made was your own. Besides restoring your relationship with your father, the only other change I made in your life was... introducing myself!
First day of class at Academy.
Befriending you, trying to understand what it felt like to connect with someone. But I wasn't able to actually feel anything, until today. I'm feeling love, wonder, joy for the very first time and I think my heart might burst from it. At last I get to make my own choices, and the first thing I choose Leopold is you.
[Ophelia teleports to Ivanov's submarine]
I want you to call off your dogs. Leave the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents alone.
I can't wait to hear this.
I'm now realizing the pain that I've caused, and I don't want to hurt anyone else.
Congratulations, you're as close to human as you'll ever get. Suffering from the one thing you kept trying to remove, regret. You understand irony yet? Because this is a good example.
Give the order to stop, now!
You no longer control me, remember? You are free to do whatever you want, but so am I. You promised me joy. This will bring me joy.
You watched unaffected as I took a hammer to the bones of the director's corpse.
I couldn't feel THIS then!
Now you are like an infant, unable to process these new emotions, or the idea that you don't always get everything that you want. And you have yet to experience the thrill that killing can bring.
Do you think they'll ever be able to forgive me? Perhaps they need to make me feel pain to understand theirs.
They may be able to forgive you. It's me they won't forgive. They shouldn't.
We both did things we regret. I know you're struggling with who you were, and–
No, I'm not. I'm struggling with who I am. I did those things, not some other man or decoy. Me.
It was learned behavior, programmed into you by an overbearing father figure.
Just like Ward. [pause] I'm just like Ward. [walks to the bed and sits] How could she even look me in the eye? How could she stand the sight of me at all? How can she stomach it? The memory of seeing me shoot that woman.
You know, the reason I wanted to get closer to you in the first place was... to try and understand what you two felt for each other, you and Jemma. And I finally do.
Yeah, what we felt. Past tense, because my future with Jemma's dead, killed that too.
There isn't room in my heart for two people. You were everything to me.
I know. But as devoted as I was to you in the Framework, I understand you better now. How deeply you love.
You do understand me, don't you?
Yes, Leopold. Now I do. It's sad, but beautiful. Like a pain that feels good, if that makes sense.
Yeah, you understand that my love will never fade.
Yeah, I know. Poor thing, you're a romantic, and there's only room in your heart for–
Is that really necessary?
Necessary? It's essential! Unless you can explain to me, in 50 words or less, why I found Jeffrey Mace's body washed up on the beach with his bones quaked apart, days after I found this base in flames, flesh melting off of robot bodies, 12 S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in critical with burns or broken bones, 3 dead- double hits to the heart and crushed fricking skulls! Can you explain it?
General, I'm relieved that you're still alive.
Three of my finest aren't so fortunate, and I have no idea what killed them.
We lost good people, too. The short answer is they were murdered by a vanishing banshee made out of matter from another dimension.
You expect me to put that in my report?
I have a cybernetic hand. I've been to an another planet. This happens in S.H.I.E.L.D.
So you're saying Aida is made out the same stuff that made the Darkhold?
Yeah. And the Rider wants to send them both back to where they came from.
Hell is relative. Dimensions, space, planets - it's all connected. Plenty of them qualify as hell. The Earth is just one territory in a war that's been going on forever.
I don't know. But what I do know the demon in me hates her in ways I've never felt.
The good news is that Talbot is alive, he's in a coma, but alive.
The bad news is they know we're here and they're on their way.
Yeah, you should go while you can.
Nah, I'm gonna stay. This is my fault, AIDA, the LMDs, all the deaths. Those aren't on S.H.I.E.L.D., those are on me. And I can explain that I built the LMD that shot Talbot, that way–
Fitz! We were all in the Framework together, we understand how confusing and screwed up that world is. And trust me, it's gonna take me years to process everything that happened in there. But the one thing that I don't need time to understand is that we are all in this together. I tried to take the blame for everything not too long ago. I dyed my hair, I ran away. I thought that separating myself from the team would help me protect it, but in truth I kind of just lost myself. And you, you were the one who pulled me back in. This is not on you, okay? We all lost ourselves in there. And yeah, it might take you a long time to forgive yourself, but speaking on behalf of the team: you have nothing to apologize for.
If there's a price to pay, we pay it, together.
Look, I'm just saying, what good is it having a state-of-the robotic hand if you don't have it on you when your kidnapped by Martians?
Looks like he's got both hands to me.
Ah, that's his civvy hand. It's just a prosthetic without all the cool doodads. It should've been a hook. At least you can stab things with a hook.
Thought I was gonna be arrested.
So, wait, that one doesn't have a blowtorch or the laser gun or anything?
First of all, I'm not Inspector Gadget. And second of all, the authorities would've confiscated it. Prison's bad enough without being down an appendage.
First rule of Boy Scouts is always come prepared.
How were we supposed to be prepared for this, Mack?
I don't know, we gotta be prepared for everything, apparently. Look, not a day ago, I was trapped inside a-a computer-generated mind prison, and now... You know what? You know what, Coulson? I'm out. I'm out. We get through this, I am packing it in.
Sorry, Mack. You already quit years ago.
Yeah, well, I didn't quit hard enough. Look, I'm not comfortable at the pace at which we deal with new trials and tribulations.