"Because I wasn't supposed to know the Meta existed. Because I probably knew, deep down, he'd never go for it. Because it's a shitty fucking plan. Take your pick."
The sounds of the fight pick up. The explosions get closer, the shots further apart; reloading takes time and there's less bullets in a sniper than there are grenades in a Bruteshot. Grenades can do more damage than a single bullet.
But the South in the memory just keeps waiting.
The next time North shouts for her, it's not over the radios. "SOUTH!"
Hearing the desperation in his voice again is enough to make the real South flinch, her teeth gritting at the same time that her past self's shoulders draw tighter. Both South's hands are shaking.
"...I was gonna let it take Theta," she says, and it feels worse to admit this to York, of all of the Freelancers. After everything. "I know— I know that's fucked up. I know it's super fucked up, I just—"
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"Because I wasn't supposed to know the Meta existed. Because I probably knew, deep down, he'd never go for it. Because it's a shitty fucking plan. Take your pick."
The sounds of the fight pick up. The explosions get closer, the shots further apart; reloading takes time and there's less bullets in a sniper than there are grenades in a Bruteshot. Grenades can do more damage than a single bullet.
But the South in the memory just keeps waiting.
The next time North shouts for her, it's not over the radios. "SOUTH!"
Hearing the desperation in his voice again is enough to make the real South flinch, her teeth gritting at the same time that her past self's shoulders draw tighter. Both South's hands are shaking.
"...I was gonna let it take Theta," she says, and it feels worse to admit this to York, of all of the Freelancers. After everything. "I know— I know that's fucked up. I know it's super fucked up, I just—"
She holds her own hands, trying to still them.