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[She flinches away from him and looks at him incredulously; her face drawn up and ugly. But, she breaks, and the verbal floodgates open.]

Death, okay? Death. Mine and -- and he said some things. Made it sound like we'd both died before. And that bi-- his -- she said, she asked, when I stopped liking him.

[She's shaking now, she's livid, and hurt, and confused, and it's all coming out.] What does she fucking know? He's my stupid brother and I'll never stop loving him, even if I can't -- I can't even look at him right now--

[She snaps fully, rearing back and slamming her fist into the brick wall. It's not nearly as satisfying as kicking over a bench or knocking down a trashbin, but the pain gives her a momentary distraction from the turmoil in her head.]

Aubrey-

[ Okay that. That he gets. THat he understands- hell he even understands North not wanting to go over it with her. Instead of giving her space he settles in next to her, arm sliding across her shoulders, pulling her tight. ]

Things happen. While you're on the run with him, things happen. You're out there with him running from the Project for five years. And you do both die.

I die too. Maine dies. Tex dies. Carolina and Wash are the only people that survive the project. I wasn't in constant contact with you two while you were on the run and it comes after Reggie kills me but- Maine gets his brain fucked into compliance by his AI. He's the one that tried to take Wyomings. They pinned it on Tex.

But it was whatever was left of Maine. He went after the rest of us and when he caught up with you and North-

You put him in a position to die. All Maine wanted was his upgrade and Theta. You didn't have to die- so you made sure you wouldn't. That's what he didn't wanna talk about.

[She lets him pull her in, pressing her face to his chest. It's a lot to take in, on top of everything else. She doesn't want to cry in front of him, but she's got to release this all somehow, so she screams. Low and guttural and muffled unto his clothes, but full-throated and unashamed.]

[It doesn't take long to exhaust herself, and she settles into an apathetic curl against York.]

I don't want to die, but I can't live like this.

[ It may as well be sustained sobbing for how he rubs a hand down her back, taking in the sounds and the catharsis as best he can. It's horrible. He hates that it came to that. He hates that he has to tell her- but she deserves to know. ]

He didn't think he could go through telling you more than once. He was doing what he always does. Protecting you.

[It seemed like every little thing was designed to make her feel worse, and she sits quietly as she starts to feel sick to her stomach. Now she really didn't know if she'd be able to face Andrew again.]

What am I supposed to do?

We try talking to him again. And apologize to wrath. That was right after I talked to you, right? You were wound up, you were scared, you were angry, you weren't exactly in your right mind.

[ He rubs her shoulder, not quite rocking her just yet. ]

Start with Wrath- she's more forgiving. After that we'll see about settling things with Andrew.

[She winces and curls further into him. I'm Sorry is one of the things she's least good at doing ... along with making good life choices.]

Maybe it's better if I just didn't.

It'll help you both in the long run.

What does it even matter? It's not like I'm going to be around to enjoy it.

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It'll help him. It'll prepare him for when you really get back and get to do this again. It'll make you feel less like shit. Take your pick.

[She picks at his coat, quiet for a moment.] You think I'll come back? But ... it won't be me.

[Okay now she's jealous at her future non-self.]

It might be. There's no way to know.

[She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a heavy sigh. This was all levels of fucked up.] Fine. I guess I could ... give it another try or something.

Attagirl.

[ He pats her shoulder and levers himself up to his feet, offering her his hands. ]

Come on. Let's give this another shot.

[She sits moment, considering maybe blowing him off and just hiding somewhere, and then finally gives in. She grabs his hand to help her up, since she's definitely not going to be steady on her feet.]

I think I know where he is right now. [ He doesn't say anything about her being unsteady. Just hooks an arm under her shoulders like they're old friends (cuz they are) and helps her up. ] But first? You need food. Seriously.

Yeah, fine, Dad. [She leans into him. Yeah, they're buddies, in some weird kind of fucked up way and she's juts giving up on trying to process everything and go with the flow.]

Pff, North's the Dad. I'm the cool uncle that lets you stay up past your curfew and sneaks you beer.

Now would be a good time for that beer, Uncle York.

Food, beer, brother.

[ He pats her on the back and does just that, grabbing a quick bite with south before leading her to north. He knows damn well that they have a lot to cover and doesn't mean to step in unless things get ugly. ]

[ He waits outside the militia complex after receiving York's call, mindful of the fact that clones are not to be admitted. His hover cycle is a conspicuous enough place for York to find him, and he leans against it until they arrive. He doesn't know what to expect out of this but he does know he intends to continue to shield his sister's clone from the truth about his death. She doesn't need that burden.

He pushes off the cycle when they arrive and stands up straight. ]

Hey there.

[ There's no urge to rifle her hair or put an arm around her, at least not until things get cleared up (if that's even possible). For now he waits for her to speak, knowing she must have something she wants to say if she's seeking him out like this. ]

[South pops off of York's ride and immediately hugs her arms to her sides. York skipped the 'beer' portion of their hangouts, but it's probably for the better. Sobriety is settling solidly anf she's reflecting everything York told her with a cold sting of reality. North hadn't told her because he wanted to protect her. There was a large part of her that just wanted to rub it in that she knew, that York was more trustworthy, but standing here, now and seeing him, that anger edged away. He was her stupid older brother and she lovef him, so ... maybe it was time she shielded him from the fact that she knew.]

[She cleared her throat awkwardly and tried to speak without her usual attitude, but a little bit of it still came through. It's hard, North. This is really really hard.] I'm glad she makes you happy.

[ Not that his expression is harsh, but it softens a bit at her opening that way. ]

She does. We hit it off like... [ A slight smile pulls up at one corner of his mouth. ] I've never experienced anything like it.

[ He does notice her affect though, the way she's drawn inward on herself, and he comes closer to set a hand on her shoulder. ] I hope you understand where I was coming from when we spoke.

[She hefts out a sigh and glances away.] Yeah, I get.

[Everything hurt. Seeing North smile about Wrath hurt. Knowing after less than a week she'll be gone and they'll forget about her hurt. His contact is a comfort, though, and she leans into it and reaches up to grasp his wrist.]

[ He pulls his hand away from her shoulder just enough to slide his hand along her hand and grab it. He doesn't squeeze, just holds it there. ]

I think you would have liked her. Really.

[ If circumstances were different, he might take them to meet, even. But at this point he doesn't think Wrath would go for it. ]

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