[When Carolina emerges through the trees and grass, visible from yards away, she seems shaken more than defensive. At her side, a growlithe with a single stripe on his back seems pensive and whines worriedly, padding around her feet.
Carolina catches sight of York, arms instinctively reaching to her side for a weapon that isn't there, and her fingers grope fruitlessly, grasping for some sense of security.
She remembers Epsilon showing Delta's memory, remembers how desperately she didn't want Delta to fade away, remembers the hologram of York's armor and--
But this isn't his armor. This is his body, his flesh, living and moving and as real as this reality can be down to the scar on his eye. She must be going crazy, but she thought she had let it go, she thought she was fine--
Legs, Carolina. Right. Her legs feel weak. She needs to keep standing. God, where's Epsilon? He's usually there to monitor this sort of thing, but no, this isn't a physical issue, this is her heart racing and her legs feeling like gel because there is a dead man in front of her.
Stay up, Carolina. Don't you dare fall.]
York.
[Fuck.
It comes out partially croaked, like she's forgotten how her voice works, and really? Carolina, if this was a battlefield, you'd be dead, get it together.]
[voice]
Carolina catches sight of York, arms instinctively reaching to her side for a weapon that isn't there, and her fingers grope fruitlessly, grasping for some sense of security.
She remembers Epsilon showing Delta's memory, remembers how desperately she didn't want Delta to fade away, remembers the hologram of York's armor and--
But this isn't his armor. This is his body, his flesh, living and moving and as real as this reality can be down to the scar on his eye. She must be going crazy, but she thought she had let it go, she thought she was fine--
Legs, Carolina. Right. Her legs feel weak. She needs to keep standing. God, where's Epsilon? He's usually there to monitor this sort of thing, but no, this isn't a physical issue, this is her heart racing and her legs feeling like gel because there is a dead man in front of her.
Stay up, Carolina. Don't you dare fall.]
York.
[Fuck.
It comes out partially croaked, like she's forgotten how her voice works, and really? Carolina, if this was a battlefield, you'd be dead, get it together.]
York.
[Fuck. Fuck.]