sorry. i let it slip i died and he wouldn't let it go until i told him
not sure what he's gonna do now
[ The message might read a little stilted and that's because it is, she hasn't got enough energy left after where that conversation went to put any of her usual personality into it. But Wash needs the warning, so she's sending it now as she makes her way back to the building even though she's drained as fuck and kind of wishes she could sleep for the next, oh, decade or so. ]
[ well. that sure wasn't what he was expecting to read.
north realizing the truth of it had been a quiet, creeping fear at the back of his mind. someone would tell him eventually or somehow it'd slip. he'd hoped naively to maybe be the one to break the news, manage to do it in some way that might -- control it better, but since arriving here a thousand things have happened that have caught his attention. reaching this kind of more-awkward-than-uneasy stalemate with south had made it a bit easier to think that it wouldn't be a problem for a while, too. and yet. ]
"good" news is i distracted him by scaring him half to death so i don't think he's coming to your door right now but
sorry. i planned on coming up with some cover for when i had to tell him i died too but speaking without thinking is kind of my specialty i guess
heading back from there now
[ She really is sorry. She'd been planning on keeping this tightly to her chest for as long as possible, hopefully forever, but unfortunately North can be as stubborn as she is when the mood strikes. ]
Don't apologize. He'd have found out one way or another.
[ he'd dreamt about it sometimes. not killing south -- he dreamed about that plenty, another guilt-driven memory he can never quite rid himself of. but especially back then he'd he'd have the occasional nightmare, north alive somehow, a threatening voice in his ear, i know what you did -- ]
I'll handle it.
What about you?
[ he's asking partially just to distract himself -- there's not that much he can do about what north has just found out, nothing he can do to change it -- but also because south doesn't exactly sound great, and talking to her brother about her own death he imagines would've gone poorly in more ways than just this. ]
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north knows you killed me now
sorry. i let it slip i died and he wouldn't let it go until i told him
not sure what he's gonna do now
[ The message might read a little stilted and that's because it is, she hasn't got enough energy left after where that conversation went to put any of her usual personality into it. But Wash needs the warning, so she's sending it now as she makes her way back to the building even though she's drained as fuck and kind of wishes she could sleep for the next, oh, decade or so. ]
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north realizing the truth of it had been a quiet, creeping fear at the back of his mind. someone would tell him eventually or somehow it'd slip. he'd hoped naively to maybe be the one to break the news, manage to do it in some way that might -- control it better, but since arriving here a thousand things have happened that have caught his attention. reaching this kind of more-awkward-than-uneasy stalemate with south had made it a bit easier to think that it wouldn't be a problem for a while, too. and yet. ]
Ah.
That's not good.
[ welp. ]
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nope
"good" news is i distracted him by scaring him half to death so i don't think he's coming to your door right now but
sorry. i planned on coming up with some cover for when i had to tell him i died too but speaking without thinking is kind of my specialty i guess
heading back from there now
[ She really is sorry. She'd been planning on keeping this tightly to her chest for as long as possible, hopefully forever, but unfortunately North can be as stubborn as she is when the mood strikes. ]
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[ he'd dreamt about it sometimes. not killing south -- he dreamed about that plenty, another guilt-driven memory he can never quite rid himself of. but especially back then he'd he'd have the occasional nightmare, north alive somehow, a threatening voice in his ear, i know what you did -- ]
I'll handle it.
What about you?
[ he's asking partially just to distract himself -- there's not that much he can do about what north has just found out, nothing he can do to change it -- but also because south doesn't exactly sound great, and talking to her brother about her own death he imagines would've gone poorly in more ways than just this. ]
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i guess. still, though. there's better ways.
i'm fine. i can handle my side
[ She is not fine. ]
i knew he'd freak whenever i told him. he's protective
[ Tell the man something he doesn't know. It's not like North's 'take bullets for her' levels of protectiveness in the Project were subtle. ]
i just also made the mistake of telling him i can't exactly blame you for taking the shot by that point. he overreacted