goddamngrenades: (imma swan princess)
Agent York | Taylor Murray ([personal profile] goddamngrenades) wrote 2015-04-20 08:47 am (UTC)

York sorted out a long time ago that it was easier to be angry than to wallow in guilt. Easier to be frustrated with North for caring about South too much to focus on how he was jealous he had someone LEFT to care about. War over, war criminal record- and he'd had no one. The last group he'd cared about tore itself to shreds because of a shitty CO. Carolina-

He'd watched her drop. Watched what had been Maine drop her. Someone that had admired her, someone that had respected her, loved her. Most of them did in their own way. His was a desperate, unhealthy, unrequited thing. North's an almost paternal thing, South's a jealous sibling that Carolina never seemed to know what to do with having grown up without.

Even Reggie had a thing for her, the way soldiers in arms did for however long they served. York missed him- how he'd been before shit got bad.

Missed all of them.

Standing right in front of the kid and still missed him because this? Wasn't wash.

And that'll always be on him. Wash goes for his rifle and York? Cracks his helmet again. Scrubs at his bad eye. "Delta ran the numbers. The liklihood of them remaining separate entities at that point in time was- really fucking slim. They had been something and became...something else."

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