"Fuck me." Six years. six years dead and fuck knows what all else happened. He could ask. it's right there, ask if Tex made it. If she killed Omega, if it even mattered-
Or if it was just one more drop in the bucket of pointless and empty deaths for members of Project Freelancer. It's not like anything they did mattered for the war effort, why the hell would him signing on for a stupid raid matter in the long run? Why should his life be the one that gets meaning when it ends? Delta flickers in the back of his eye, a cool green, bumping those thoughts away for the moment. Not important, not relevant, they have a mission here.
A job. Something to keep to.
The uncharacteristic stillness falls away after a moment, York reaching up to scrub at his bad eye. "Anything else I should know?"
Just. As long as they're on the subject of shit he's been trying not to think about. He doesn't even question- well. Anything. Wash survived, he didn't. If he'd put money on who would make it out alive? Honestly neither of them would've been on that list. Tex and Carolina. Maybe North.
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Or if it was just one more drop in the bucket of pointless and empty deaths for members of Project Freelancer. It's not like anything they did mattered for the war effort, why the hell would him signing on for a stupid raid matter in the long run? Why should his life be the one that gets meaning when it ends? Delta flickers in the back of his eye, a cool green, bumping those thoughts away for the moment. Not important, not relevant, they have a mission here.
A job. Something to keep to.
The uncharacteristic stillness falls away after a moment, York reaching up to scrub at his bad eye. "Anything else I should know?"
Just. As long as they're on the subject of shit he's been trying not to think about. He doesn't even question- well. Anything. Wash survived, he didn't. If he'd put money on who would make it out alive? Honestly neither of them would've been on that list. Tex and Carolina. Maybe North.