"You can love the FBI," he says, glancing over at her just before he turns onto the highway, "but the FBI won't love you back. After -"
Not so fast, Fox. There are things she can know about the future, like the fact that nobody uses dial-up anymore and sushi's available in every grocery store. But we were on the run from the feds for years is another story. Every iteration of time travel ever conceived of by man has assumed that a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing, and the reasoning certainly checks out.
Part of him wants to confide in her, try and steer them both toward a better ending - but if he's going to do that, he's going to have to do it carefully. A hungry drive home isn't the way to get either of them where they need to be.
"After everything," he continues, letting the word encompass the last fifteen years broadly, "there was no reason to get back in the saddle."
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Not so fast, Fox. There are things she can know about the future, like the fact that nobody uses dial-up anymore and sushi's available in every grocery store. But we were on the run from the feds for years is another story. Every iteration of time travel ever conceived of by man has assumed that a little knowledge can be a dangerous thing, and the reasoning certainly checks out.
Part of him wants to confide in her, try and steer them both toward a better ending - but if he's going to do that, he's going to have to do it carefully. A hungry drive home isn't the way to get either of them where they need to be.
"After everything," he continues, letting the word encompass the last fifteen years broadly, "there was no reason to get back in the saddle."