[ Part of York is relieved that Carolina doesn't ask, doesn't press the issue. She doesn't feel the need to relive all of that over again. But it's not like it's a secret. It's not like she minds anyone else knowing, even if she knows that the thought of her and Wash together might strain Carolina's admittedly reluctant acceptance of the situation.

But it's not a secret. It was never meant to be.

York shakes her head, shrugging again. She wishes she knew about the future of her timeline. She knows what happened in Wash's, but everything where he's from is so different to begin with that York can't possibly use it as any kind of metric to predict might happen in hers. ]

Don't know. Like I said, I never got the chance. I got yanked out of my universe less than twelve hours after they took D.

[ She rubs her hand over the back of her neck, almost unconsciously. The chipslot's been empty for more than a year now. She's never quite gotten used to the empty feeling in the space in her mind where Delta had used to be. ]

I was wrong to let 'em.