i might be forced to write a whole fic about it but devon scout, the woman that you are. can you imagine the situation she's in. above all else, she wants to protect her brother. she always has. from the world, and from himself. but now, she's presented with the fact that her brother is two people, and those two people's wants are at complete odds. the way she looks at mark s, talks to mark s, it's clear that she sees him as a version of her brother. not as a new person entirely, but also not as just a part of him. maybe she even sees him as a younger version of outie mark, a sort of clumsy, awkward, scared version of him, probably the way mark was as a teenager. and maybe, just like back then, devon wants to be his protector. the world is scary and confusing, people are mean and menacing, her baby brother needs her help. so, of course she helps. without question. without hesitation.
and now, she has to convince that innocent, sweet boy to willingly walk to his own death just to help her actual brother. all of this is so complicated, so confusing, she doesn't even understand the logistics of it, but she tries to compromise. maybe the two versions of her brother can work together. maybe they can even become one. but no, it's not that simple, of course it's not. and they take their turns looking at her with those same exact doe eyes, in different shades: the pleading, hopeful, desperate, scared eyes of mark s, and the tearful, exhausted, worn out eyes of mark scout.
her brother is two people, and one of them has to take over the other. maybe she's glad that in the end, the decision wasn't hers.
