[ Back then, he'd been more easygoing. Getting punished every time he tried to do the right thing for a decade has left York a little cynical, a little more likely to punch a wall when he hears he's been murdered trying to help a friend, but he's still himself. He's still laid-back by comparison, still able to breathe and see the full picture and reach a hand out to someone he cared for so deeply once. Someone he loved -- still does, if he's honest with himself, but that's probably not something Carolina's ready to hear as explanation for why he forgives her so easily. Maybe he's being an idiot again but she sounds like she has regrets too.

They've all made mistakes along the way. ]

Yeah, you sure did. That's why I didn't want to fight you, of course you'd win. But we both survived -- that fight, at least -- and now we're getting a second chance.

[ He shifts his weight, shrugs at her, and decides to just be honest. ]

Sue me for remembering us how we were before that moment. It wasn't our best, that's all.