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WASHINGTON. ([personal profile] protocol) wrote 2022-02-02 01:22 pm (UTC)

[ he noticed, but he doesn't know what its from, okay. he does want to know.

wash starts to say something to that effect, but -- south's gaze trails off, and a certain quiet comes into her eyes, and he knows not to. he just watches her, ready to offer that she doesn't need to talk about it if she doesn't want to, but then she's showing him the scar, and ah. he doesn't wince at the sign of it, but a grimness settles on his expression, and he looks back up at her when she starts talking again.

ah. north. and -- that day. the break-in. everything wash knows about the break in is in second-hand stories, flashes and impressions that are vividly remembered but just flashes, in the end. the alarms blaring, the sounds of distant gunfire, yelling, people rushing up and down the halls. he wanted to do something, wanted to at least get up and see, but. he had other things to worry about, at the time, his vision swimming in front of him, realities bleeding into each other before his very eyes. ]


Still. That's a pretty bad shot. Would've fucked you up for a while.

[ and it was from north. he can put together some of what happened there, though the gap between then and finding north dead so long after is a little stranger. he doesn't want to ask about it, though south can talk more if she wants, or just change tracks if she wants. ]

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