Magnets work two ways.
Attraction, repulsion. Opposites together, similarities pressing away. Complex hierarchies reaching to base support structures, holding together with tentative rigidity. Free motion counteracting anchored stillness.
Loyalty to the comfortably expected, disloyalty due to the previously acquired knowledge of the unknown.
Variations cause chaos, says Dox. She is a general because of her unyielding rigidity. Hunter X-5 he was called. Brad Wolfe he is now. Or was? Flexibility is the talent of the seasoned actor he had apparently been on the timeline. His reality was gone. This one he had taken for his own.
Why live a life hunting down people like himself when he could live the high life? For whose approval? Hers? It had mattered once. Vigorously compliant, attached to his opposite. The stronger the magnet, the greater the reaction.
In the TVA, Dox means finality. Unquestionable directives, no deviation.
Dox has a different meaning on the timeline. To find, to expose, to root out, to reveal. Here: Pull people from their lives and rearrange everything they've ever known, eradicate who they thought they were and make them into hunters. Or just remove them from the equation. It didn't even matter if they were talented. Just people, like he’d been.
The more the repulsion, the stronger the force.
“You and Dox? I don't buy it.” The Loki variant had said.
Brad hadn't either, once he knew his name. Once he knew who he'd been, what he'd had, what they all could have had.
Destruction of every difference to the Sacred Timeline was what she craved.
Differences make reality more beautiful. Better plots, better characters, better stories. Otherwise, what's the point to anything but darkness? Even more so, if he could get his then the rest didn't matter.
He’d been awed at one point.
He made his own space out of another's on the timeline.
He’d thought his magnetism was different.
Now he was just repulsed.