[Her shoulders slump downward a little at that statement, a soft breath exhaled. It had always been Texas that Carolina could never beat, but she understands now than she did that day on the ship, the day when everything went so wrong.
A second chance though...
It's not something that she, of all people, deserves, as there are so many more who do deserve the honour. That she had found Wash and the Sim Troopers, that they had become a family that she had never thought that she would be able to have again, a second chance right there that she shouldn't have been granted... And yet it's York, who may be dead from her own point of view, and yet who has still had such a big impact on her.
But... it's almost too good to be real, which is why there is something about her that seems to say she expects it all to vanish, to poof away, to wake up gasping for air again, alone in her room. It wouldn't be the first time, after all, that those demons ate away at her. Because yes, for that one bright shining moment, things had been good, had been wonderful, but some of it had been a world through rose coloured glasses.]
So, we're here, until we're not, to- [And if she's going to work on the basis that this is real, no matter how unreal it seems, then she shifts through everything that she has been through since waking up to that voice.] I'm not going to blindly be someone's warrior again, to fight in a war where we're not on the right side.
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A second chance though...
It's not something that she, of all people, deserves, as there are so many more who do deserve the honour. That she had found Wash and the Sim Troopers, that they had become a family that she had never thought that she would be able to have again, a second chance right there that she shouldn't have been granted... And yet it's York, who may be dead from her own point of view, and yet who has still had such a big impact on her.
But... it's almost too good to be real, which is why there is something about her that seems to say she expects it all to vanish, to poof away, to wake up gasping for air again, alone in her room. It wouldn't be the first time, after all, that those demons ate away at her. Because yes, for that one bright shining moment, things had been good, had been wonderful, but some of it had been a world through rose coloured glasses.]
So, we're here, until we're not, to- [And if she's going to work on the basis that this is real, no matter how unreal it seems, then she shifts through everything that she has been through since waking up to that voice.] I'm not going to blindly be someone's warrior again, to fight in a war where we're not on the right side.