A/N: Just an all-dialogue Lutece fic set before their deaths. Hope you enjoy.
"Ros?"
"Yes, brother?"
"Theoretically—"
"You must stop beginning conversations with that word. Nearly every discussion we have is theoretical, I do not need to be constantly reminded of that fact."
"If I were to die, would you attempt to find another me from another reality?"
"I…"
"I'm only asking out of curiosity, given how close I've come to death."
"Comstock would never have made good on his threat, brother. We were perfectly safe."
"You're avoiding the question."
"So I am."
"Why?"
"It's not exactly an easy question to answer, brother."
"I suppose not."
"Would you find another version of me?"
"I asked you first."
"Very well. I don't think I would. I doubt I could take it."
"Take what?"
"Being constantly reminded that I couldn't save you from whatever caused your demise."
"You can't save everyone, Ros."
"I don't want to save everyone. I just want to save you."
"Luckily—"
"I don't believe in luck. It's true that I have no need to worry at present, but Comstock is slowly becoming unhinged. And he will use you to threaten me."
"Everything will work out."
"I can't lose you, Robert. You asked me what might have been the worst possible question. I don't want to think about losing you."
"Why? You must consider every variable if you want to control the future, as you say you do."
"I have no interest in considering a future without you."
"I'll try not to die."
"See that you do."
"I love you, Rosalind."
"Promise that you'll never leave me. No, I'll revise that, promise you'll never even consider leaving me."
"I can't—"
"Promise me."
"I promise."
A/N: All feedback is mega-appreciated.