"Guess we better hope some of that trouble lands on Jorg's fuckin' shoulders then," South says, and it's not entirely sure if she's taking Shelley literally or not, but it doesn't really matter, the sentiment remains the same. "Whatever doesn't... well, the group's not exactly a well-oiled fuckin' machine, but we've solved our share of the trouble that's already hit, so..."
She shrugs.
She hears her past self's breath hitch before releasing in an angry, uneven noise, and she sighs, but at least it's not her outright sobbing or something equally pathetic. And if nothing else, it means the memory is close to running its course.
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"Guess we better hope some of that trouble lands on Jorg's fuckin' shoulders then," South says, and it's not entirely sure if she's taking Shelley literally or not, but it doesn't really matter, the sentiment remains the same. "Whatever doesn't... well, the group's not exactly a well-oiled fuckin' machine, but we've solved our share of the trouble that's already hit, so..."
She shrugs.
She hears her past self's breath hitch before releasing in an angry, uneven noise, and she sighs, but at least it's not her outright sobbing or something equally pathetic. And if nothing else, it means the memory is close to running its course.