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no

[well, yes. but not in this instance.]

i mean the director

...you realize I'm not one to give a good goddamn about his feelings, right?

it matters to me

what he might do because of it

Because accepting things gracefully is a real solid trait in the family.

There's no fixing it. You think he'd try?

what is that supposed to mean

bifrons would use it as incentive i cant allow that idea to settle as a positive

not after what hes done before

Edited (Stupid autocorrect adding punctuation and capitals) 2014-12-22 11:13 (UTC)

The family = The Director & Texish.

He may have donated DNA to you but he didn't exactly act like much of a parent so- not including you in that group. You move on. He doesn't.

...I'm gonna talk to her. And tell her everything he did. I think she should know what he decided to pull in her name.

ok

[that isn't the response she was expecting; that's a good thing]

...no

no no no no why would you do that to her

why would its not her fault just why tell her that its bad enough they brought her here

Edited 2014-12-23 04:33 (UTC)

...Clair are you okay?

And I think she should know before she sits down to talk to him. Or he'll just bullshit the hell out of her.

they cloned my mother york

she shouldnt even be here in the first place shes going to die again in the next seven days and

i couldnt tell her taylor

...I'm coming over.

im not home

where are you

WHere do you need me to be?

somewhere i can find you

im still in D3

I'm back at the bunker in D2.

ok

[and that, as they say, is that. at least for the 35 minutes it takes her to navigate out of the third district, wrap up the delivery she had to make, then make her way there. On foot for part of the way, for what little good being paranoid does her here and now.

There's four sharp taps of her knuckles on the door, before she turns her back to it, hands jammed into her pockets and gaze set forwards. ]

[ Four raps and it pops open- well slides in and over to let her in with an all but silent hiss. ]

Clair? Come on in.

[ He's got a pot of chocolate on the stove inset into one wall, the smell coiling over the usual bite of metal and leather. ]

[ She's already inside by the time the door's halfway open, a hand palming the controls to indicate it should seal itself again as quickly as possible. She doesn't move from the door right away, though, once she's inside. Takes a minute to slow her breathing, to rein things in.

The smell of chocolate is distinct against the rest of the bunker's scents, and she looks up, though eyes remaining dark. ]

Hey.

[ Most of the obstacle course is collapsed or set along the wall, the space large and open enough that it's a clear shot from the door to the sofa and coffee table in the far corner where York's waiting. He waves her over. ]

You want anything to eat?

No.

[she doesn't move from the door right away. Just. Stands there. Hands curling into and unfurling from fists. Takes in the room, distantly and clinically, but not moving.]

...Clair?

[ He sets down the mugs and pushes away from the sofa, walking across the expanse to meet her at the door. This isn't like her. This stillness, this quiet. Not without a job or a target. ]

Clair, talk to me.

[ Talk? What is there to talk about? She glances up at his approach, the slant of her brow narrowing her eyes in anger. She has every reason to be, of course. They all have - now, even more so than usual.

It isn't right. ]

..I think I know now, how you felt then.

Edited 2014-12-26 19:21 (UTC)

...when you showed up on the network?

[ He reaches out as slow as anything, a litle tentative. An angry Carolina is a dangerous carolina. ]

[ All Carolinas are dangerous Carolinas - or so she'd once overheard someone say in the locker rooms long ago. Not entirely inaccurate, and York's caution isn't without due reason.

She does not flinch at the light contact with her arm, lets his hand settle on her shoulder. But the lines of tension do not fade around her mouth and eyes, remain present in the stiffness of her shoulders. She doesn't meet his gaze, staring instead at some distant point. ]

..Yeah.

Except in this case, we know there's only going to be one outcome.

[ Fist forms, tightens. ]

Edited 2014-12-27 16:21 (UTC)

...I can make sure it's quick.

[ More than just Connie this time but- he can't leave it like this. Can't force anyone else to do it either. He'll talk to her, explain what's happeneing, what's happened and...make an offer. ]

If you want me to.

...I won't ask you to do that.

[ Not that the offer isn't appreciated. It's just.. There's something in the way she sighs, the way her face falls. ]

I didn't even tell her who I was. But she knows.. Knows we're both here. [husband and daughter, what could she even expect to find?] I don't know what I should even say to her.

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