[ Well. If he's going to shut her down, then she'll just shut him out. She accepts the helmet and vest in silence, merely nodding when talks about the morphone, the latter garment slung over her arm while he steps away.
Just knowing you're alive makes you a liability, York. One she never expected to have, to ever have a chance at again. And Carolina doesn't know how to feel about that any more than she does to see York walking away.
But, they both let go, didn't they? They both learned to move on. ]
Take care of yourself, Taylor.
[And then there's a bright flash, a hiss-snap as reality seems to invert, and Carolina is...gone. Just gone, with not even a stain of shadow on the dirt and stone to indicate she was there, beyond the footsteps sunk into the floor.
Miles away, in the small science hub they'd taken over between Crash Site Bravo and the three nearest cities (or, rather, ruins of one, military dead zone of another and the dying town out of range of York's), the spare helmet is hurled with the full force of her temper, before Carolina spends a minute standing and staring at nothing. Not daring to remove her helmet in case Epsilon notices the tears falling down her face.
(He notices. He knows better than to comment. Instead, there's chatter; he's made sure Vic sent payment, hey, hook up that drive, we'll get that code, we should be good to go soon.)
There's radio silence there after. Nothing at all, for 3 days. A silence that ends with an anonymous text in blue font, with no traceable network path. ]
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[ Well. If he's going to shut her down, then she'll just shut him out. She accepts the helmet and vest in silence, merely nodding when talks about the morphone, the latter garment slung over her arm while he steps away.
Just knowing you're alive makes you a liability, York. One she never expected to have, to ever have a chance at again. And Carolina doesn't know how to feel about that any more than she does to see York walking away.
But, they both let go, didn't they? They both learned to move on. ]
Take care of yourself, Taylor.
[And then there's a bright flash, a hiss-snap as reality seems to invert, and Carolina is...gone. Just gone, with not even a stain of shadow on the dirt and stone to indicate she was there, beyond the footsteps sunk into the floor.
Miles away, in the small science hub they'd taken over between Crash Site Bravo and the three nearest cities (or, rather, ruins of one, military dead zone of another and the dying town out of range of York's), the spare helmet is hurled with the full force of her temper, before Carolina spends a minute standing and staring at nothing. Not daring to remove her helmet in case Epsilon notices the tears falling down her face.
(He notices. He knows better than to comment. Instead, there's chatter; he's made sure Vic sent payment, hey, hook up that drive, we'll get that code, we should be good to go soon.)
There's radio silence there after. Nothing at all, for 3 days. A silence that ends with an anonymous text in blue font, with no traceable network path. ]
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