[ This is a lot. He knows it's a lot. In the blink of an eye suddenly everyone York thought of as a friend turns out to have been dead and gone for years -- including himself. He wishes he was better at this, but there was never going to be an easy way to break the news, never going to be an easy way to tell him everything that's happened, everything that's gone wrong.
So much has gone wrong, all these years.
He doesn't regret killing South, had done it easily, she deserved it, deserved it after what she'd done -- but that doesn't mean he feels good about it, even years down the road. What would North say to him, if he knew . . . ]
There's one more thing. [ And probably the most important thing. This, he feels terrible for holding it back from him for so long already. ] Carolina.
[ A pause, there, giving him a moment to breathe. This is a lot all at once, but maybe it's easier this way, like ripping off a band-aid, and this, at least, he hopes will be some kind of good news. But he never found her, did he? And she never found him, until. ]
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So much has gone wrong, all these years.
He doesn't regret killing South, had done it easily, she deserved it, deserved it after what she'd done -- but that doesn't mean he feels good about it, even years down the road. What would North say to him, if he knew . . . ]
There's one more thing. [ And probably the most important thing. This, he feels terrible for holding it back from him for so long already. ] Carolina.
[ A pause, there, giving him a moment to breathe. This is a lot all at once, but maybe it's easier this way, like ripping off a band-aid, and this, at least, he hopes will be some kind of good news. But he never found her, did he? And she never found him, until. ]
She's alive, York.
She survived.