Her voice was sharper than she'd intended, wound tightly, but she couldn't help that - she felt as though York had slapped her through sheer force of words that he hadn't meant as an insult. For a moment Carolina was genuinely torn between harsh laughter and shock, as given by the flicker of -- something, anger maybe, or hurt that dragged her away from her propped pose against the wall.
She didn't believe him. Surviving was hardly an achievement, they'd be trained for that. So, best at what, exactly? At failure? At never making a Goddamned difference?
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Her voice was sharper than she'd intended, wound tightly, but she couldn't help that - she felt as though York had slapped her through sheer force of words that he hadn't meant as an insult. For a moment Carolina was genuinely torn between harsh laughter and shock, as given by the flicker of -- something, anger maybe, or hurt that dragged her away from her propped pose against the wall.
She didn't believe him. Surviving was hardly an achievement, they'd be trained for that. So, best at what, exactly? At failure? At never making a Goddamned difference?
...She didn't want to talk any more. "Get out."