The dopey grin returns at the mention of Carolina.
Red hair, pale skin, turquoise armor and bright green eyes, all lean muscle and sharp expressions. She was their leader, a fierce fighter, the best of all of them and still pushed herself to be better. Once she puts her mind to something she's damn near obsessed, and she's competitive as fuck. York tells Naru about her ordeals with the AIs, her private war with Texas, the way she stayed up all night training, the way she takes her coffee and the way she wears her hair. Idly, he mentions that she dances the way she fights.
York doesn't say it but it's obvious enough that he loved her. Poor Naru for having to listen.
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Red hair, pale skin, turquoise armor and bright green eyes, all lean muscle and sharp expressions. She was their leader, a fierce fighter, the best of all of them and still pushed herself to be better. Once she puts her mind to something she's damn near obsessed, and she's competitive as fuck. York tells Naru about her ordeals with the AIs, her private war with Texas, the way she stayed up all night training, the way she takes her coffee and the way she wears her hair. Idly, he mentions that she dances the way she fights.
York doesn't say it but it's obvious enough that he loved her. Poor Naru for having to listen.