South's eyes settle on her younger self, like she almost wishes she could go to her and say something, anything, but... she's not sure what she'd say, even if it were possible, even if it would change anything. The trajectory of her life feels like it's been set ever since that day.
When Price speaks, she looks down at him and huffs.
"...coming from you, that's a fucking concerning question, y'know that right?"
The memoryscape isn't collapsing, though, so she isn't sure she actually gets a choice in the matter. It's not like Price has ever respected their autonomy anyway, with all his bullshit and mindgames.
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South's eyes settle on her younger self, like she almost wishes she could go to her and say something, anything, but... she's not sure what she'd say, even if it were possible, even if it would change anything. The trajectory of her life feels like it's been set ever since that day.
When Price speaks, she looks down at him and huffs.
"...coming from you, that's a fucking concerning question, y'know that right?"
The memoryscape isn't collapsing, though, so she isn't sure she actually gets a choice in the matter. It's not like Price has ever respected their autonomy anyway, with all his bullshit and mindgames.