Wash closes his eyes, for a moment, tipping his head back, a slow, steady exhale, his breath misting in the air. Breathe in, breathe out. ]
We didn't know.
[ That was it. They didn't know. They could've stopped it, they could've something, but none of them knew. They were all there and everything went on as normal while one of their number, while their friend was battling for control of his very mind, while he was slowly dying right next to them, and none of them noticed. None of them knew. He should've known. He knew more than anyone else, and he'd noticed how Maine had changed, been curious, cautious about it, most of the others shrugging away and saying that's just how Maine's always been, irritable, not exactly personable, but no, there was something different, and why didn't he figure it out until it was too fucking late.
Breathe. He opens his eyes. ]
Maine was stubborn, and strong. He fought it well and fought it as long as he could, but no one realized there was anything wrong until. [ Until it was already too late, Maine, hoisting up Carolina by her neck, her blue armor gleaming in the light reflecting up from the snow, throwing her off so carelessly when there'd been so many times Wash had seen him take a fucking bullet for her without even thinking about it -- ] Until it was too late.
[ There it is, Tucker. Plain and simple. They just didn't know. ]
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Wash closes his eyes, for a moment, tipping his head back, a slow, steady exhale, his breath misting in the air. Breathe in, breathe out. ]
We didn't know.
[ That was it. They didn't know. They could've stopped it, they could've something, but none of them knew. They were all there and everything went on as normal while one of their number, while their friend was battling for control of his very mind, while he was slowly dying right next to them, and none of them noticed. None of them knew. He should've known. He knew more than anyone else, and he'd noticed how Maine had changed, been curious, cautious about it, most of the others shrugging away and saying that's just how Maine's always been, irritable, not exactly personable, but no, there was something different, and why didn't he figure it out until it was too fucking late.
Breathe. He opens his eyes. ]
Maine was stubborn, and strong. He fought it well and fought it as long as he could, but no one realized there was anything wrong until. [ Until it was already too late, Maine, hoisting up Carolina by her neck, her blue armor gleaming in the light reflecting up from the snow, throwing her off so carelessly when there'd been so many times Wash had seen him take a fucking bullet for her without even thinking about it -- ] Until it was too late.
[ There it is, Tucker. Plain and simple. They just didn't know. ]