"Yeah, I remember. I scoped them out ages ago, Carolina. Dismissed them as not being a threat." They'd looked incapable of forming even a reasonable camp. He'd just been going to leave them to die, maybe pick them off if he wanted some entertainment.

Carolina steps up next to him, and he feels dwarfed next to her, weak and childish. She's the one who deals with Control. She's the one who hands down orders and punishments.

He still doesn't expect her to grab York and he turns to her, rests a hand on her arm. "Carolina, you can't damage him. Control wants him. He's part of the boss's collection."