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[nofortunateson]

Who| Agent North
What| Canon update
Where| Legion world
When| Just after the Game of Throne event
Warnings/Notes| Canon update to the end of the line for North, so warnings for death, violence, general bad vibes. Oh yeah, and Theta's gone.


It's the kind of thing that you couldn't ever possibly hope to describe, North will realize, sometime in the days after he wakes up in the medbay with his femur knitting back into a single uninterrupted piece and his vision still blurry at the edges. He gathers that he managed to message someone when he was dropped back onto his living room floor a mess of meat and blood inside of damaged armor, before he blacked out entirely. He's slower to really let it sink in that it's unquestionable that he was the one who made the hail, and no one else.

There's no describing the sensation of empty places carved out in the back of your head, a place that was never all-the-way you and a place that was only ever you until it was someone else entirely. There's no describing the sensation of steel-muffled nothingness that takes over once a place in your brain is hollowed out, once it's nothing but an unloaded chamber and the click-click-click of a hammer striking thin air.

He's out as soon as they let him, before the quiet and inaction can drive him crazy, and even if it's a few more days before he's cleared for harder training he's back on the range, dropping round after round through drill after drill. Like he can pull himself back into form hard enough to be the person he was a week ago.

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[goddamngrenades]

York doesn't, in fact, have trackers on his teamates and other members of Project Freelancer. That'd be a gross invasion of privacy, more than a little creepy, and probably get him yelled at. So he doesn't for the aforementioned reasons but he does have a dummy algorithm keyed in to tracking their appearances on Legion World for maintaining routines and if they end up in medical.

Are they fine, are they hurt, that kind of stuff. Just a yes/no sort of deal. Are they around? Yes. Are they hurt? No. All's well.

Having North blip off for awhile on the heels of Sombra vanishing has York tense. More than tense, it has him knotted up with guilt and grief and frustration until suddenly he's back- not that the algorithm tells him this, he finds North on the range were he'd been trying to exhaust himself enough to sleep as it's been an elusive bitch lately. The relief is damn near palpable and, contrary to what is sane or wise, he can't stop himself from sprinting over to Norths' side of the range, ear protection be damned. "Gabe!"