[Another time, another place, York's words might have gotten a low chuckle out of Carolina, but it's not that time and not that place. It's not like in her case where she had been thought to be dead, but hadn't actually died. There's no coming back for York, or for any of them, actually. Freelancer might have fallen, but it had been too little and too late for most of them, and the ripples from it had taken out others.
She can only stand there at that bout of anger, knowing that York is one of the most easy going people she had ever met. It was one of the things that she had liked about him at the start, although his pick up lines could have used a little work. But he is human, and a part of her feels horrible to have broken that news to him. It's not the end that she would have wanted for him, or for so many of the others.
But he has to ask that, doesn't he, and Carolina can't give any better news about the AI. Her gaze shifts to his knuckles, watching the blood trickle across his skin. She knows how she had suffered with Epsilon's loss, and York and Delta had been a team far longer.]
He went to Wash, to South, and ended up with the Meta. He was eventually destroyed after an EMP was activated.
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She can only stand there at that bout of anger, knowing that York is one of the most easy going people she had ever met. It was one of the things that she had liked about him at the start, although his pick up lines could have used a little work. But he is human, and a part of her feels horrible to have broken that news to him. It's not the end that she would have wanted for him, or for so many of the others.
But he has to ask that, doesn't he, and Carolina can't give any better news about the AI. Her gaze shifts to his knuckles, watching the blood trickle across his skin. She knows how she had suffered with Epsilon's loss, and York and Delta had been a team far longer.]
He went to Wash, to South, and ended up with the Meta. He was eventually destroyed after an EMP was activated.