[ "Good" is what she gives him, and that's good enough for Maine. He figures she'd tell him if there were something wrong, or at least tell him they'd discuss it later. He doesn't press for more information, content to take the moment of silence to organize his thoughts.
He can guess at a little of what's going through Carolina's head, but he doesn't dwell on it. He's got his own shit to figure out. Mentally carving out his experiences with Carolina on the station, then putting them in a box and sealing it up tight. Those are his memories, not hers; he has to keep them separate. Has to adjust to this new reality.
But when she mentions that someone might want to kill him because he's a Freelancer, it's an all-too-familiar song.
Maine doesn't respond immediately. He clenches his jaw, frustration shooting through him even as they walk side-by-side. He's tired of people having a fucking vendetta against him. Tired of getting blamed for shit he hasn't even done. That he will never do. And that's his immediate assumption: that this is more future bullshit that has nothing to do with him.
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He can guess at a little of what's going through Carolina's head, but he doesn't dwell on it. He's got his own shit to figure out. Mentally carving out his experiences with Carolina on the station, then putting them in a box and sealing it up tight. Those are his memories, not hers; he has to keep them separate. Has to adjust to this new reality.
But when she mentions that someone might want to kill him because he's a Freelancer, it's an all-too-familiar song.
Maine doesn't respond immediately. He clenches his jaw, frustration shooting through him even as they walk side-by-side. He's tired of people having a fucking vendetta against him. Tired of getting blamed for shit he hasn't even done. That he will never do. And that's his immediate assumption: that this is more future bullshit that has nothing to do with him.
Somewhat grudgingly, he asks, ]
What reasons?