[ sorry south, you brought up being morbid. he notes the reaction, but -- it's best not to draw attention to it either way. he closes his eyes -- what would he do if one of them just showed up again right now? he'd be glad to see them, he would, but. ghosts and memories and phantoms. ]
Carolina wasn't dead, at least.
[ that loss hits him harder. because for the longest time he'd been the last and then suddenly he wasn't, because of how much more shit they've been through together, how they'd helped each other to find ways to bury their hatchets, or at least put them aside for now. ]
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Carolina wasn't dead, at least.
[ that loss hits him harder. because for the longest time he'd been the last and then suddenly he wasn't, because of how much more shit they've been through together, how they'd helped each other to find ways to bury their hatchets, or at least put them aside for now. ]
-- How were you two getting on, anyway?
[ he kind of deliberately didn't ask about it. ]