The question did not quite get under her guard, but the first ripples had begun, and Carolina felt herself sinking into her habitual glare. She didn't try to fight it.
"Yes."
When you're bleeding out from head wounds in the snow, emptiness present where once two voices shrieked a cacophony, and no one comes for you, not your team (what should have been left of them), not the support staff, not your father, not the UNSC.. When you're left for dead in the ice and all that giving everything for a cause you'd believed in gets you is a passing footnote in reference to the Project's decline...
That's when you learn the hard way that trust is a commodity that would only try to kill you as surely as Sigma had done. "I survived."
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"Yes."
When you're bleeding out from head wounds in the snow, emptiness present where once two voices shrieked a cacophony, and no one comes for you, not your team (what should have been left of them), not the support staff, not your father, not the UNSC.. When you're left for dead in the ice and all that giving everything for a cause you'd believed in gets you is a passing footnote in reference to the Project's decline...
That's when you learn the hard way that trust is a commodity that would only try to kill you as surely as Sigma had done. "I survived."