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"I do, actually." If Natasha is listening closer (she is), she doesn't show it. "We're from the same world, originally. Though we only met here."

He shuffles some of his weight and breathes in heavily.

"I didn't know that." Because he doesn't remember the first mention of Captain America came from Jemma way back when.

"But, Jemma was telling me the way Fitz was acting, it's some fractured personality or some crap." He speaks without issue, but unbeknownst to him, his hands shake.

"Something that started back in their home world, not in Hellburbia."

Well, that's interesting. And it dovetails with some of what Natasha's learned from Fitz before. Answers some questions.

And raises quite a few more.

"And his punishment triggered him?"

"I don't know," Setsuna admits. "He just definitely wasn't himself for a bit there. Then he was. Like the switch didn't happen."

He's still not sure.

"I probably should've checked up on him...." But it's one thing after another in Hell.

"There is," Natasha says before taking a drink from her water bottle. Then she shrugs. "But he has other people checking in on him. It's not all your responsibility."

He shrugs.

"You're right. But still." He takes another drink. The Barbas talk has taken its' toll, though, and opening up doesn't seem to have helped, either.

"I think that's all I've got in me, today. It's getting trickier to fight with these stupid wings stuck, so thanks for helping me. Gotta get a little more creative, sometimes."

"We can call it for the morning," Natasha allows. If he's not going to learn more today, there's no reason to force it. "Take a lap before you go to cool down, all right?"

His wings lift a little to her order, but he knows she meant run it.

"Yeah. Not a bad idea." And, like the conversation about Barbas didn't even happen, he gives her a bright smile. "See ya, Nat~!"

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