Yeah, I know. Not— y'know, details, outside of the whole shooting me in the face and blowing me up thing, but...
[ Bits and pieces. Things about how he was terrorising the simulation troopers before they apparently adopted him. It's not like she ever got the full story, but parts of it came up, especially as that Wash's head was still in that era of his life for a while for complicated reasons she still doesn't fully understand. ]
That's the thing, y'know. I did all that shit, I lived all that, I own that now. I was a fucking monster the way I acted, but— I got yanked before I died, y'know. I'm not the woman who took that bullet. The me that took that bullet would never have done half the things I've done since, y'know? She wouldn't have changed for fuckin' anyone.
[ Not that she had the chance, but she didn't have that chance precisely because she wouldn't have ever taken it. She just kept barrelling ahead until she made whatever dumb choice lead her to be in front of Wash that day. ]
Don't even know what to do with that, half the time. Not like I didn't deserve that bullet. Not like I don't, 'cause I still did that stuff, I still let my brother die and shot you in the back and all that other shit.
M'just... trying not to be someone who'd do it again. [ then firmer ] I'm not someone who'd do it again.
[ wash would like to think he's not that person anymore, but he really can't say that with much conviction. not just because by nature he finds it important to own his mistakes, to not shy away from the responsibility for the things that he did -- but because he knows himself a little too well. if he's pushed in the right way, if he has the right reasons, he would still absolutely do some pretty terrible things.
he can admire that conviction in her voice, when she says that. he looks back at her, meeting her eye the whole time -- and nods, affirming. ]
You're not. [ a small, almost-smile. ] You should be proud of that much.
[ It's not the first time she's looked surprised by something he's said, today, and it might not end up being the last. Her expression softens a little with some sort of relief and she nods. ]
...yeah. Yeah, it does. Thanks, Wash.
[ She has to hold onto that conviction, she has to believe that she wouldn't turn into that person again. A part of her knows that if she was pushed hard enough, if enough went wrong, she might. She'll never be a perfect person, she'll never be palatable to most people, she'll never stop being a hot mess, not completely.
But if she doesn't tell herself that she won't fuck up that badly again, then she can never trust herself to do everything she needs to do to stop herself backsliding in the first place. Because if she could still do that, then what business does she have trying to make a life for herself? Because if she could still do it, then why shouldn't she just let someone shoot her again?
It's not that simple, and she knows it. She's sure Wash does too. None of this will ever be simple, and the way they approach their own bullshit is always going to be whatever it is that's going to get them, personally, by. ]
God. Fuckin'— look at us. [ she laughs, still not quite a truly humourful sound, but closer ] The fucked up leftovers of Project Freelancer, trying our best to not be as fucked up, talking and shit. Fucking pigs are gonna start flying next.
I think we're a few klicks past the flying pigs, by now. [ just so dryly. ] Might have left them behind around the inter-dimensional jumps and people being brought back from the dead so they can live their lives in a sex city.
[ a bit of a laugh there, though it's -- hollow. they've been talking about them, and that's good, cathartic. but there's other people who'd waltzed back into life that wash never thought he'd see again. maybe south is more used to that, with her other-world, but.
they're just gone again, now. and wash quiets down, tipping his head back again with a small sigh. ]
There are probably worse places to start from scratch, I suppose.
[ The funny thing is she's really not, more used to it that is. Back on the rig, the only Freelancer who arrived after her and York was Carolina, and no one she knew ever really disappeared. Brand's partner Rune, did, but she didn't know Rune all that well and only had to deal with Brand's breakdown, not any emotional reaction of her own.
No one had ever vanished and as much as it hurt to have North right there with her but not talking to her, at the end, he was still there, alive. There was at least a certain sense of closure. Now there's just... empty space. ]
Worse places, but lots better places too. [ god, she was meant to go home, she was meant to skip death altogether and go live with Wash, Carolina and their sim troopers ] Not like we get to be picky, though.
[ She takes another swig from the bottle, then offers it his way. ]
[ wash waves away the offer, just gently pushing it back in her direction. it is a good drinking time, but he still prefers not to. anything that has a chance of his control slipping is stuff he'd rather avoid, but on a more practical level, you know what's good after a spar? actual hydration. alcohol wouldn't help. ]
-- Can I ask you, though? [ just still staring at the sky overhead. it's well and truly dark out, now, with how long they've been up here since their spar. its nice. quiet. peaceful. ] That rig of yours. How many of us were around?
[ Fair enough. She doesn't immediately take another sip but she rests it in her lap and taps her nails against the glass. Thinking, mentally counting. ]
From home, or just Freelancer? Seven total, five freelancers, six from Freelancer if you count Price.
[ A beat. ]
Actually, nine total if you count the AI. Delta and Theta came along.
[ it takes him a moment to even realize who she's talking about when she mentions price, and. ugh. ugh. he would say something about it, except the revelation that the AI came along is immediately more concerning to him. ]
So -- York and North? Showed up there with their AI?
Yup. [ she pops her lips on the p, but then— stalls ] Okay, well, actually... uh. I showed up with Delta, since y'know. You gave him to me before I bolted. York came after. Alone.
[ The way she holds herself shifts a little, gets tenser, and she takes another swig from the bottle again. She's always been a bit of an open book, unless she's very specifically trying not to be. ]
[ very easy to see, especially for someone like wash. he doesn't really want to press her on anything uncomfortable, here, but -- given her history with everyone, its probably difficult to not at least tread close while asking questions like this. he just looks back at her for a moment, and nods. ]
How'd that turn out?
[ prompting but intentionally a very vague, open question. she can skip over as much as she wants, and even everything if it suits her. ]
[ She takes a half minute of silence to consider, but, really, it's not the worst shit she's ever done, and it worked out eventually. Hell, she was on better terms with York than her brother, at the end. ]
Being, y'know, still a total bitch when I first got there I uh. Kinda refused to give him back to York even though York felt like he had a hole in his brain 'cause of it.
Didn't even like him. Delta, I mean. He pissed me off all the time. Always had him pulled. I didn't like sharing my head. But I was stubborn and 'cause York wanted him, 'cause I did everything I did to get a damn AI...
Yeah. Dumb choices.
But I gave him back, eventually. And York always bugged me into letting them talk, anyway. I mean, there was more to it than that, but...
[ It took her months to figure out why she was clinging to him despite all the reasons not to, but it worked out. She gave him back and she apologised and she spilled even more to York about her complicated feelings about North than she has Wash, today. She trusted him at the end, and he didn't forgive her but he did give her another chance. ]
[ he listens, but attentively as always. it takes a bit for him to understand that that would've been -- a different south, the south he remembers more, almost, that first arrived in that world with delta in tow. of course she wouldn't have wanted to surrender an ai, after everything she'd done and been through. and of course york would want delta back, as closely as they were bonded, and -- york might not have trusted her with him.
he offers a nod. not really going to comfort her about the bad decisions she made, because those were still pretty terrible, but. ]
Least you did give him back eventually.
[ which counts for plenty. he can imagine how insistent york probably was about it. a pause, and he just sighs, sinking back a little more against the wall. ]
I just guess -- this kind of thing might be familiar to you, too, huh? People coming back. People going away. Disappearing overnight.
The— people coming back from the dead, yeah. Kinda. I didn’t even know you’d survived me shooting you until I got to the rig and you came right to kick my ass, so that was a mindfuck. And then North…
[ She shakes her head, blows some hair out of her face. ]
That did a number on me. Even before we got into what happened.
People vanishing? Not so fuckin’ much. No one I knew ever really disappeared. Got lucky, I guess. Friend of mine, Brand, his partner vanished, and that fucked him up real bad, but… not me.
Everyone was there to the end. North just stopped talking to me, eventually.
[ She doesn’t linger on that point, it’s just— illustrative. Everyone was still there, in the end. Circumstances changed, but not like this. ]
[ It's still a little strange to think about himself going after South like that. Not because he can't imagine it -- god knows he probably still would have, if South hadn't reached out to him first, here -- but just because it's a clear reminder of how there was an entirely different version of himself that she met, at a very different point of his life.
He glances over at her when she mentions North not talking to her, but. He won't ask about it. There's clearly a lot of baggage she has about North already, and he's gone here now, too. Instead, he just closes his eyes again, with a heavy sigh. ]
Then I guess that's new to us both. In some ways.
[ Carolina up and vanishing on him isn't exactly super unfamiliar. ]
Kind of wish I'd just -- managed to talk to them more.
[ She sort of catches the glance, and is grateful when he doesn’t draw attention to the comment further. There is a lot of baggage, there. Multiple fucking suitcases worth. The way things went on the rig i why she was so damn glad to get a second chance, with a North who’d already lost her once when they weren’t talking and was scared to lose her again under the same circumstances. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I get that. Never enough time, really, but this time…
[ Even less. There really is never enough time, with the now-living dead. These places make shit so complicated, where it was already messy to begin with. ]
[ He opens his eyes again, just kind of staring in front of him. He's tired. He's always tired. He's just done so much for so many years, most of it equal parts vindictive need for revenge and just a desperate attempt to get some justice for long-dead friends. Having them walk around again back from the dead is -- surreal. North. York. And South is a part of that, too, even if their relationship might have not always in the best of places, to put it lightly.
It'd been difficult for Wash to interact with them again. He'd wanted to, but it's just -- strange. He probably should've just gotten over himself faster, or something. He doesn't know. ]
It's -- weird, you know? [ Just kind of quietly. ] I've already done the mourning thing. Grieving thing. Spent a lot of time trying to move past a lot of people being gone.
[ It's probably stranger that wash has destroyed what was left of their bodies, South included. But mostly it's strange to know how to even feel. It's like going back to normal, like he doesn't miss them as much as he should because he's already just used to them being gone. He does miss them, of course. It's just. Things aren't really supposed to work, like this. ]
Yeah. It’s real fuckin’ weird. I don’t… wasn’t the same for me as you, ‘course. But the fuckin whiplash with North was…
[ She shakes her head. She never really had time to move on from losing him, the first time. The months between that day and her death were full of mourning, but not moving on. She’s not sure she ever really would’ve moved on, even if she’d lived, because she’s not sure she ever will now. Knowing it was her own fault he was dead at all, just… it changes things. ]
You think you’re done with something, then you get yanked to another universe and all that shit you put in the ground gets dug back up.
…literally, I guess. Y’know. Dead bodies, the ground… [ she gestures vaguely with the bottle, nods her head side to side to match, pauses ] Ugh. Sorry, that’s morbid.
[ a low amused sound, not exactly ungenuine, but a little hollow. ]
Nothing too morbid, South. I'm the one who had to confirm identities and blow up bodies.
[ personally did it for both North and York, after all. and also, south herself, though the circumstances were. different. he still doesn't quite feel comfy enough to actually talk about that with her -- they have a good thing going and he really doesn't want to risk that. ]
I knew they were dead. Knew. Watched chunks flying off into the air myself. And then -- this place, and now.
[ just. a vague helpless gesture. things really, really aren't supposed to work this way. ]
[ There's a definite flinch when the 'watched chunks flying off' bit comes out of his mouth because but also one of those was her brother and okay, it was her fault he was dead, but she did very specifically not watch that. But she doesn't draw any more attention to it than that, besides maybe the way she goes for another swig from the bottle. ]
I watched one of 'em die, so. Yeah, I get it. It's fucked up. Just— eternally fucked up. Really wish I could promise you got used to it. For all we fuckin' know another version of 'em could rock up one day and...
[ 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. ]
Me and ‘Lina? Getting on pretty good, I think. I mean, y’know, she apparently trusted me enough to not fuck up her life if she signed on with me.
And, y’know, we— yeah.
[ Not actually going to get into their brief sex life, because it feels weird, but yeah. Carolina’s hot, what can she say; she was hot in Freelancer and that sure hadn’t changed. And when it comes to just sex? South’s type is firmly ‘woman who could kick my ass’. So. ]
Think we woulda found some kinda weird normal, after a while. We sparred and shit, y’know, and I know from the ‘Lina I knew before that we sorta… get each other, if you poke deep enough.
Really sorry she’s gone. Know it’s just you two, in the future.
[ he nods. he doesn't want to be weird about it or anything, but when he heard that the two of them had contracted, it just seemed like it made sense. he could trust them both to take care of each other, and all the better if they were finding a genuine happiness and stability out of it. ]
I'm glad that it was working out for you two -- sorry she's gone, too.
[ and north. and the rest of them. he sighs, dropping his head, running a hand over his face. ]
I've been alone before. Spent a lot of time thinking I really was all that's left -- turns out that wasn't true. Still isn't true now. [ glancing sidelong at her, with a wry kind of smile. ] Don't go disappearing on me.
[ . . . and he starts to make a joke about how he'll hunt her down for it but, uh. it's still not the most comfortable thing to joke about. so he stops himself. ]
[ She tips her head his way to acknowledge the returned— condolences, or whatever you want to call them. Not like there’s a neat word for this situation. ]
Y’want me to pinky swear it?
[ The grin that she flashes him could definitely be described as shit-eating. Hey, she’s still a shit, they both know this. She’ll fill the gap of whatever was gonna come out of his mouth with something else joking. But it settles into something a little less cheeky, after a second. ]
Nah, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easy. Don’t think the universe would let either of us get off that scot-free anyway.
[ it'd be weird if she wasn't at least a bit of a shit about it. he rolls his eyes, but not out of genuine irritation, turning away again to look back up at the stars overhead. ]
Yeah?
What kind of fucked up shit do you think it'll try and pull on us next? I swear I've seen the fucking lot, by now.
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Yeah, I know. Not— y'know, details, outside of the whole shooting me in the face and blowing me up thing, but...
[ Bits and pieces. Things about how he was terrorising the simulation troopers before they apparently adopted him. It's not like she ever got the full story, but parts of it came up, especially as that Wash's head was still in that era of his life for a while for complicated reasons she still doesn't fully understand. ]
That's the thing, y'know. I did all that shit, I lived all that, I own that now. I was a fucking monster the way I acted, but— I got yanked before I died, y'know. I'm not the woman who took that bullet. The me that took that bullet would never have done half the things I've done since, y'know? She wouldn't have changed for fuckin' anyone.
[ Not that she had the chance, but she didn't have that chance precisely because she wouldn't have ever taken it. She just kept barrelling ahead until she made whatever dumb choice lead her to be in front of Wash that day. ]
Don't even know what to do with that, half the time. Not like I didn't deserve that bullet. Not like I don't, 'cause I still did that stuff, I still let my brother die and shot you in the back and all that other shit.
M'just... trying not to be someone who'd do it again. [ then firmer ] I'm not someone who'd do it again.
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he can admire that conviction in her voice, when she says that. he looks back at her, meeting her eye the whole time -- and nods, affirming. ]
You're not. [ a small, almost-smile. ] You should be proud of that much.
I'd hope that means something, coming from me.
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[ It's not the first time she's looked surprised by something he's said, today, and it might not end up being the last. Her expression softens a little with some sort of relief and she nods. ]
...yeah. Yeah, it does. Thanks, Wash.
[ She has to hold onto that conviction, she has to believe that she wouldn't turn into that person again. A part of her knows that if she was pushed hard enough, if enough went wrong, she might. She'll never be a perfect person, she'll never be palatable to most people, she'll never stop being a hot mess, not completely.
But if she doesn't tell herself that she won't fuck up that badly again, then she can never trust herself to do everything she needs to do to stop herself backsliding in the first place. Because if she could still do that, then what business does she have trying to make a life for herself? Because if she could still do it, then why shouldn't she just let someone shoot her again?
It's not that simple, and she knows it. She's sure Wash does too. None of this will ever be simple, and the way they approach their own bullshit is always going to be whatever it is that's going to get them, personally, by. ]
God. Fuckin'— look at us. [ she laughs, still not quite a truly humourful sound, but closer ] The fucked up leftovers of Project Freelancer, trying our best to not be as fucked up, talking and shit. Fucking pigs are gonna start flying next.
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[ a bit of a laugh there, though it's -- hollow. they've been talking about them, and that's good, cathartic. but there's other people who'd waltzed back into life that wash never thought he'd see again. maybe south is more used to that, with her other-world, but.
they're just gone again, now. and wash quiets down, tipping his head back again with a small sigh. ]
There are probably worse places to start from scratch, I suppose.
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Mm. [ an amused snort ] Fair fucking point.
[ The funny thing is she's really not, more used to it that is. Back on the rig, the only Freelancer who arrived after her and York was Carolina, and no one she knew ever really disappeared. Brand's partner Rune, did, but she didn't know Rune all that well and only had to deal with Brand's breakdown, not any emotional reaction of her own.
No one had ever vanished and as much as it hurt to have North right there with her but not talking to her, at the end, he was still there, alive. There was at least a certain sense of closure. Now there's just... empty space. ]
Worse places, but lots better places too. [ god, she was meant to go home, she was meant to skip death altogether and go live with Wash, Carolina and their sim troopers ] Not like we get to be picky, though.
[ She takes another swig from the bottle, then offers it his way. ]
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-- Can I ask you, though? [ just still staring at the sky overhead. it's well and truly dark out, now, with how long they've been up here since their spar. its nice. quiet. peaceful. ] That rig of yours. How many of us were around?
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[ Fair enough. She doesn't immediately take another sip but she rests it in her lap and taps her nails against the glass. Thinking, mentally counting. ]
From home, or just Freelancer? Seven total, five freelancers, six from Freelancer if you count Price.
[ A beat. ]
Actually, nine total if you count the AI. Delta and Theta came along.
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So -- York and North? Showed up there with their AI?
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Yup. [ she pops her lips on the p, but then— stalls ] Okay, well, actually... uh. I showed up with Delta, since y'know. You gave him to me before I bolted. York came after. Alone.
[ The way she holds herself shifts a little, gets tenser, and she takes another swig from the bottle again. She's always been a bit of an open book, unless she's very specifically trying not to be. ]
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How'd that turn out?
[ prompting but intentionally a very vague, open question. she can skip over as much as she wants, and even everything if it suits her. ]
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[ She takes a half minute of silence to consider, but, really, it's not the worst shit she's ever done, and it worked out eventually. Hell, she was on better terms with York than her brother, at the end. ]
Being, y'know, still a total bitch when I first got there I uh. Kinda refused to give him back to York even though York felt like he had a hole in his brain 'cause of it.
Didn't even like him. Delta, I mean. He pissed me off all the time. Always had him pulled. I didn't like sharing my head. But I was stubborn and 'cause York wanted him, 'cause I did everything I did to get a damn AI...
Yeah. Dumb choices.
But I gave him back, eventually. And York always bugged me into letting them talk, anyway. I mean, there was more to it than that, but...
[ It took her months to figure out why she was clinging to him despite all the reasons not to, but it worked out. She gave him back and she apologised and she spilled even more to York about her complicated feelings about North than she has Wash, today. She trusted him at the end, and he didn't forgive her but he did give her another chance. ]
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he offers a nod. not really going to comfort her about the bad decisions she made, because those were still pretty terrible, but. ]
Least you did give him back eventually.
[ which counts for plenty. he can imagine how insistent york probably was about it. a pause, and he just sighs, sinking back a little more against the wall. ]
I just guess -- this kind of thing might be familiar to you, too, huh? People coming back. People going away. Disappearing overnight.
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…you’d fuckin’ think, huh.
The— people coming back from the dead, yeah. Kinda. I didn’t even know you’d survived me shooting you until I got to the rig and you came right to kick my ass, so that was a mindfuck. And then North…
[ She shakes her head, blows some hair out of her face. ]
That did a number on me. Even before we got into what happened.
People vanishing? Not so fuckin’ much. No one I knew ever really disappeared. Got lucky, I guess. Friend of mine, Brand, his partner vanished, and that fucked him up real bad, but… not me.
Everyone was there to the end. North just stopped talking to me, eventually.
[ She doesn’t linger on that point, it’s just— illustrative. Everyone was still there, in the end. Circumstances changed, but not like this. ]
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He glances over at her when she mentions North not talking to her, but. He won't ask about it. There's clearly a lot of baggage she has about North already, and he's gone here now, too. Instead, he just closes his eyes again, with a heavy sigh. ]
Then I guess that's new to us both. In some ways.
[ Carolina up and vanishing on him isn't exactly super unfamiliar. ]
Kind of wish I'd just -- managed to talk to them more.
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[ She sort of catches the glance, and is grateful when he doesn’t draw attention to the comment further. There is a lot of baggage, there. Multiple fucking suitcases worth. The way things went on the rig i why she was so damn glad to get a second chance, with a North who’d already lost her once when they weren’t talking and was scared to lose her again under the same circumstances. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I get that. Never enough time, really, but this time…
[ Even less. There really is never enough time, with the now-living dead. These places make shit so complicated, where it was already messy to begin with. ]
Hindsight’s a bitch, huh.
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[ He opens his eyes again, just kind of staring in front of him. He's tired. He's always tired. He's just done so much for so many years, most of it equal parts vindictive need for revenge and just a desperate attempt to get some justice for long-dead friends. Having them walk around again back from the dead is -- surreal. North. York. And South is a part of that, too, even if their relationship might have not always in the best of places, to put it lightly.
It'd been difficult for Wash to interact with them again. He'd wanted to, but it's just -- strange. He probably should've just gotten over himself faster, or something. He doesn't know. ]
It's -- weird, you know? [ Just kind of quietly. ] I've already done the mourning thing. Grieving thing. Spent a lot of time trying to move past a lot of people being gone.
[ It's probably stranger that wash has destroyed what was left of their bodies, South included. But mostly it's strange to know how to even feel. It's like going back to normal, like he doesn't miss them as much as he should because he's already just used to them being gone. He does miss them, of course. It's just. Things aren't really supposed to work, like this. ]
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Yeah. It’s real fuckin’ weird. I don’t… wasn’t the same for me as you, ‘course. But the fuckin whiplash with North was…
[ She shakes her head. She never really had time to move on from losing him, the first time. The months between that day and her death were full of mourning, but not moving on. She’s not sure she ever really would’ve moved on, even if she’d lived, because she’s not sure she ever will now. Knowing it was her own fault he was dead at all, just… it changes things. ]
You think you’re done with something, then you get yanked to another universe and all that shit you put in the ground gets dug back up.
…literally, I guess. Y’know. Dead bodies, the ground… [ she gestures vaguely with the bottle, nods her head side to side to match, pauses ] Ugh. Sorry, that’s morbid.
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Nothing too morbid, South. I'm the one who had to confirm identities and blow up bodies.
[ personally did it for both North and York, after all. and also, south herself, though the circumstances were. different. he still doesn't quite feel comfy enough to actually talk about that with her -- they have a good thing going and he really doesn't want to risk that. ]
I knew they were dead. Knew. Watched chunks flying off into the air myself. And then -- this place, and now.
[ just. a vague helpless gesture. things really, really aren't supposed to work this way. ]
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[ There's a definite flinch when the 'watched chunks flying off' bit comes out of his mouth because but also one of those was her brother and okay, it was her fault he was dead, but she did very specifically not watch that. But she doesn't draw any more attention to it than that, besides maybe the way she goes for another swig from the bottle. ]
I watched one of 'em die, so. Yeah, I get it. It's fucked up. Just— eternally fucked up. Really wish I could promise you got used to it. For all we fuckin' know another version of 'em could rock up one day and...
Don't think it'll be any less weird if they did.
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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. ]
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Me and ‘Lina? Getting on pretty good, I think. I mean, y’know, she apparently trusted me enough to not fuck up her life if she signed on with me.
And, y’know, we— yeah.
[ Not actually going to get into their brief sex life, because it feels weird, but yeah. Carolina’s hot, what can she say; she was hot in Freelancer and that sure hadn’t changed. And when it comes to just sex? South’s type is firmly ‘woman who could kick my ass’. So. ]
Think we woulda found some kinda weird normal, after a while. We sparred and shit, y’know, and I know from the ‘Lina I knew before that we sorta… get each other, if you poke deep enough.
Really sorry she’s gone. Know it’s just you two, in the future.
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I'm glad that it was working out for you two -- sorry she's gone, too.
[ and north. and the rest of them. he sighs, dropping his head, running a hand over his face. ]
I've been alone before. Spent a lot of time thinking I really was all that's left -- turns out that wasn't true. Still isn't true now. [ glancing sidelong at her, with a wry kind of smile. ] Don't go disappearing on me.
[ . . . and he starts to make a joke about how he'll hunt her down for it but, uh. it's still not the most comfortable thing to joke about. so he stops himself. ]
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[ She tips her head his way to acknowledge the returned— condolences, or whatever you want to call them. Not like there’s a neat word for this situation. ]
Y’want me to pinky swear it?
[ The grin that she flashes him could definitely be described as shit-eating. Hey, she’s still a shit, they both know this. She’ll fill the gap of whatever was gonna come out of his mouth with something else joking. But it settles into something a little less cheeky, after a second. ]
Nah, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easy. Don’t think the universe would let either of us get off that scot-free anyway.
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Yeah?
What kind of fucked up shit do you think it'll try and pull on us next? I swear I've seen the fucking lot, by now.
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Dude, we’re stuck in a sex-obsessed dystopia, do you really wanna ask that question? There is just so fucking much. Literally so fucking much.
[ She’s joking but also is she. Is she. Is she. ]
And anyway beware the power of jinxing shit. There are absolutely more awkward dead people that could turn up without even dipping into the same pool.
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not me saying i wanted to finish this cleanly and then PROMPTLY FORGETTING
Relatable