South lifts her head to look at her. There's not exactly something as obvious as concern or sympathy in her face, but there's something there.
"...fuck. We really were all some kind of fucked up, huh."
She's always sort of known that subconsciously, of course, but knowing it consciously is new. Thinking about it. Realising the ways the Project fucked with them all in ways that were designed to hit them where it hurt the most, pulling on strings that, for many of them, had always been there, but were placed into the hands of the Counselor and the Director.
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South lifts her head to look at her. There's not exactly something as obvious as concern or sympathy in her face, but there's something there.
"...fuck. We really were all some kind of fucked up, huh."
She's always sort of known that subconsciously, of course, but knowing it consciously is new. Thinking about it. Realising the ways the Project fucked with them all in ways that were designed to hit them where it hurt the most, pulling on strings that, for many of them, had always been there, but were placed into the hands of the Counselor and the Director.