"Church alluded," Carolina says, but she'd only seen the remnants in the battle's aftermath - Texas' helmet, her pistol, the brute shot.

"He was messed up. And at one point, I thought he was an okay guy. A businessman, yeah, but so were a lot of people cleaning up after the Director. Somehow, I wasn't surprised in the end."

She sighs, finally sitting up, curling her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. "And if any of you had died, Tucker - I don't think I could have..."