Is that what it had been? He has to think about it for longer than he likes to understand where York is coming from, to shift the words in his head and reframe them so they become something he can actually use. It's hard to think about what had been done to him without whatever is left of it trying to remind him that he should be grateful that Hargrove even took an interest in him.

"I... I can do that," he agrees with a nod. "I can run laps or do extra duty or... or whatever." It's just training. "And I think, no, I know you won't do it just for fun or out of spite." Because he's pretty sure that sometimes it had been, just a way of putting them in their places.

Carolina's lips are pressed tight together. She's always been the boss, been the leader. She'd been given command and she'd clung to it as the only thing she could control. Being told to relinquish it, even knowing York is right, it's hard. "I get that," she finally concedes. "It might take some getting used to."