[ Good, York thinks, anger and despair shining in his eye. His arm is tense under Wash's touch, his shoulders coiled tight with rage. How could she? North was the best of them all, and her brother. And then to do the same to Wash -- York isn't even surprised, he never trusted her just as a teammate but. God.
Finally he nods, just once, approvingly. It'll never fix anything, but it'll have to be enough that they're gone. ]
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Finally he nods, just once, approvingly. It'll never fix anything, but it'll have to be enough that they're gone. ]
Any more bombs to drop? Just go for it.