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Agent South Dakota

● Agent South Dakota
fucking bullshit
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[ South almost doesn't respond. Almost. ]
I'm fine. Gonna take more than Price's bullshit to get to me. Got to punch him a couple times the other day and he knows I'll do it again so...
[ Pause. ]
North, if this is because he fuckin' told me I should talk to you...
[ She believes him. It takes a bit of effort, but she believes him, and that's something. That's a relief. ]
Good. Because this conversation would be over if you had.
[ This takes a bit of effort, too: ]
...are you alright?
Fuck, he really is a piece of fucking work, isn't he?
[ She audibly drags her hands down her face. ]
I think Wash and I set that off. Walked in on us fighting [ skims over that detail quick as she can ] we beat him up a bit, so here he is, trying to play fucking damage control or... something. Ugh.
Nah, me either. Got better things to do than go around talking about that asshole. Don't think Wash has either. Not that I'd actually know, but...
[ She snorts. ]
I didn't even understand half of what the fuck he was saying, for fuck's sake.
No, the rest of it. About Texas, y'know, all that stuff.
[ She's been considering asking Delta since he's stuck with her but she's pretty sure he'd find a way to tell her to fuck off, or he'd lie to her just because. ]
[ He can't see her, so she lets herself roll her eyes. Not because he's wrong, but because even if he's right she hates when people keep shit from her anyway. ]
Of course you know. [ And she leaves it at that, for once not chasing down a fight. ] Explains some stuff, I guess... fuck, it feels like I don't actually know shit about what happened. Not like I fucking thought I did.
[ Not something she admits often. ]
...yeah, you're probably right. Don't like feeling like the only person out of the fuckin' loop.
[ South takes a moment to continue, dragging her hands back through her hair and levelling her breathing. ]
Think we should do that in person, or you not wanna take the risk? Sounds like a long fuckin' talk is all.
Yeah. Yeah I'm there.
[ She bites her tongue. No fighting today, not over something so petty as the urge to snark 'oh, it's ours when it suits you, huh?'. ]
[ South pushes herself up from laying down and sits with her back against the wall. ]
Yeah, the asshole said something about it being based on the other asshole?
I... what the fuck.
[ Eloquent as ever. South's brow scrunches and she rubs her face again. ]
That's... nuts. That's— we were fucking working with an AI based off not even some guy's dead... whatever-the-fuck-she-was's brain, but his fucking memory of her? What the fuck. What the fuck.
[ North will know well the way South tenses at the mention of CT’s name. The aftermath of CT’s defection was... rough, for everyone, for many reasons, but South had taken it more personally than most. She never did handle such things well. ]
She had that thing the whole time? What the fuck, no wonder...
[ She drags her hands down her face again and groans. It’s a lot of information to process, information that forces a shift in her perspective on multiple events in the Project. ]
Fucking... fuck. I thought CT went fucking Innie?
Yeah. Right. Because no one ever tells me shit...
[ The comment doesn’t even sound angry, instead it almost sounds... tired. ]
We both know I knew it was Maine, Drew. Eventually, anyway. Thought he’d just lost it and gone mad for fucking power, became whatever the fuck having all those AI made him. Not all that other shit. Fuck.
[ Command only told her what she needed to know when she became Recovery Two. She’d drawn her own conclusions for the rest. ]
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