Agent South Dakota

[ownperson]

● Agent South Dakota
fucking bullshit
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[ownperson]

[ South's throat tightens and she has to look away from him. Seeing him close to losing his composure is never easy, always strange. She wishes he'd just get angry, shout and scream at her, because that's simple. She knows how to deal with rage. She doesn't know how to deal with this.

For the first time in a long, long time, a part of her wants to hug him—but what good would that do? He'd push her away and he'd be right to. ]

So I... I just... [ She just watched. Stood there and watched the Meta finish North off, unable and unwilling to do a thing. The image is still burned into her mind. ] Then it... came for me. Knocked me out. Woke up after it had left and...

[ She trails off. There's no use in explaining the rest. ]

There. Now you know.

[bothbarrels]

[ He nods tightly, glancing at her face ever-so-briefly before looking down again. Eventually, when he feels he can speak a bit, he replies: ]

Thank you for being honest with me.

[ By the time the sentence finishes he's speaking thickly and he swallows. ]

[ownperson]

...I owe you that much.

[ Something she'd never admit outside this room. Even here, it comes out quiet, guarded, but despite everything, South's only human and he's her brother. Seeing him like this... ]

For what it's worth [ and it's not worth much ] you were never meant to... to die. It wasn't like Washington. I didn't...

[ She sighs. It isn't worth a thing. ]

Nevermind. You, uh. You can go. Or... I'll go. Whichever.

[bothbarrels]

[ He shakes his head, still gripping the edge of the bed, then rises. ]

Need some time.

[ In other words, she's not cut off, he just needs a little space to process. He glances at her, just to make sure she's okay with him going and begins to walk out. ]

[ownperson]

[ She doesn't stop him. She just sits there and watches him go, her fists balled tighter than ever in the bedsheets.

There's tears welling in her eyes by the time he's out the door. Angry and scared and ashamed and distressed all at once, she tries to focus on the anger, like she always focuses on the anger, but the tears come anyway.

All too aware of the lack of door, she shuts herself in their bunk's bathroom and lets it out where no one can see. ]