[ Exactly what he would've--christ. She wasn't imagining it before, and it's all standing out sharper now that her she's not dizzy and falling over. It's not just that she looks like him, right down to the eye and the scars. It's not even that she sounds like him, her inflections, the way she words things... hell, it's everything, the way she moves, that little rock on her heels, the way her damn mouth moves when she talks.
She's York. Even if nothing Wash said had even begun to convince her... the woman standing in the doorway is York. Some version of York. Probably different from the York she knew in some way... some way besides being a woman. But she's York.
Carolina sighs.
She does want answers, she just can't get the ones she wants from this York. Still. ]
York, I--
[ Oh, good. Now she's right back with no idea what to say. Better come up with something. ]
You don't have to go.
[ Stalling. Damn it, Carolina. Should've just let her go. ]
Listen, I--I'll pay you back for this.
[ She needs to do that, at least. Hates to owe anybody anything. ]
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She's York. Even if nothing Wash said had even begun to convince her... the woman standing in the doorway is York. Some version of York. Probably different from the York she knew in some way... some way besides being a woman. But she's York.
Carolina sighs.
She does want answers, she just can't get the ones she wants from this York. Still. ]
York, I--
[ Oh, good. Now she's right back with no idea what to say. Better come up with something. ]
You don't have to go.
[ Stalling. Damn it, Carolina. Should've just let her go. ]
Listen, I--I'll pay you back for this.
[ She needs to do that, at least. Hates to owe anybody anything. ]