Hey, hey, Carolina; he could do i—No, Who was he kidding? He couldn’t. He wouldn’t, which was the more important factor, but he couldn’t succeed, either, which was just fact. But family didn’t betray each other, and he was glad, so fucking glad, to know that he still felt that way in the future.
When. The inevitable question.
“You and Wash were splitting up from us on the moon. You were going after Freelancer shit, and we were trying to find some leads on Alpha.” The leads… were the leads real? Fuck, he wanted to ask, felt it itch under his skin, dancing on his tongue. Get the truth. Find out. Was Church - the Church he knew from Blood Gulch, the Church he didn’t get to say goodbye to, the Church who abandoned him in the desert – still alive?
“Wash doesn’t know about the moon; he doesn’t know anything past fighting the Mantises with you, I think.” Doesn’t know about Epsilon. Shit. “I haven’t told him.” With reason. He hoped it was enough of a hint for her to understand that maybe telling Tucker wasn’t the best choice, but it was a choice all the same. She was the gatekeeper of that knowledge; she alone figured who went through.
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When. The inevitable question.
“You and Wash were splitting up from us on the moon. You were going after Freelancer shit, and we were trying to find some leads on Alpha.” The leads… were the leads real? Fuck, he wanted to ask, felt it itch under his skin, dancing on his tongue. Get the truth. Find out. Was Church - the Church he knew from Blood Gulch, the Church he didn’t get to say goodbye to, the Church who abandoned him in the desert – still alive?
“Wash doesn’t know about the moon; he doesn’t know anything past fighting the Mantises with you, I think.” Doesn’t know about Epsilon. Shit. “I haven’t told him.” With reason. He hoped it was enough of a hint for her to understand that maybe telling Tucker wasn’t the best choice, but it was a choice all the same. She was the gatekeeper of that knowledge; she alone figured who went through.