He just sounded so changed. It was still him, she knew that. She understood that. But everything he said, his demeanour, it wasn’t her Grant and it bothered her more than she was able to put into words or ever explain to him. She felt uncomfortable. Out of place. Lost. He didn’t know her bar as the poor damaged woman from TV. The one the rest of them saw. And now what, he wanted to fix her, talk her down from the brink of something she had every right to want. Something he had taught her she deserved.
No, that wasn’t fair. This place wasn’t fair.
“I’m not sure what you want me to say here. You gave me back a life that HYDRA stole from me. You helped me realise it wasn’t my fault. And when Bakshi told us how they found me, you helped me find closure on that. And I get here and you tell me it was wrong, I need to drop it. Fury tells me that Morse basically gets away with it all and there’s nothing I can do. And I’m the crazy one for not wanting to accept that. And more than that, you’re not even the Grant that I had all those wonderful plans with. We were going to finish it and then we were gonna be happy. Away from the people that hurt us most. But you don’t even remember that.” He’d never lied to her, he’d always told her the whole truth about the things he’d done and why he’d done them. She knew him better than any of them, but it seemed here he was a different man entirely.
Kara was slipping. She knew that. He’d been her rock for so long and now, without that, without him there for her in the way he had been, what was she supposed to be now?
“I know you’re the same man, the same history you told me, you lived the same life. But you look at me and I don’t see what I saw before and that hurts. I care about you Grant.”