Carolina hadn't expected him to say no. That much was clear from the single blink she gave him, before her face shifted in anger. "I said, get. Out." She was already moving, not really listening in spite of York's request - she didn't need or want to hear anything more he had to say right now. It was a small apartment, making it easy to cross in a handful of strides. The prospect of her tossing York out the door and down that short flight of stairs didn't seem to phase him, and she could feel her anger swell as she reached to seize his arm.

Even if they weren't in their armor, Carolina had no reservations about the fact she could take him down.

Except he wasn't. He was still talking, talking about her specifically, and the redhead stopped, stared incredulously up at him even as her grip tightened. "And look at the good that did! For any of us!" she spat back, shoving York as she did so - at the wall, at least, and not the door. "Not a damned thing!" She'd done everything she could, everything humanely possible, and simply couln't complete. (A very cruel irony, knowing what she knew now regarding Texas.) "The Project crashed and burned any chance of doing our part to the ground. The war went on without us, York." The war ended without them.

The muscles in her jaw bunched, but she didn't say anything to his last statement. That much, she knew, had been true. And when he'd finally given up, that had been her fault too.