[ Well, that's ominous. And ominous silences followed by questions generally don't turn out well for Maine. He debates cutting it short and flatly asking if Connie dies, but… Shit, they're going to have to have this conversation eventually, aren't they?
He's silent for a moment while he organizes his thoughts. Runs through names in his head. No stranger walks within earshot to conveniently buy him more time. Reluctantly, he shoves his emotions aside and starts reciting facts, his tone utterly blank. ]
Lot of us die. Project's dismantled. Director's charged with war crimes.
[ He doesn't know if she wants details. Thinks that omitting them might be akin to lying. Presses on: ]
Shit happens first. I get shot, can't talk. Get Sigma. Turn traitor. Attack teammates, take A.I. Wyoming, you. [ Is it cowardly to stare straight ahead instead of looking at her? ] Turn myself into a … [ a hesitation ] … vessel. Attack more people.
[ Fighting Tucker. Killing guards to get to Church. Things he knows happen, but for which he has no context. ]
End up dead.
[ He wets his lips. He hates talking this much. Hates talking about this. Discomfort has crept into his frame, fists tightening at his sides. He ignores it. ]
South shoots Wash. Tries taking an A.I. Turns on North. She dies. North dies.
York and Texas go rogue. York… [ He pauses. A flicker of something unpleasant crosses his face. There's bad blood there, but like hell does he want to get into that right now. ] Wyoming kills York.
[ A pause. His eyes flick skyward as he tries to remember anything else.
this is the most dialogue i've ever written in a maine tag jfc /face in hands
He's silent for a moment while he organizes his thoughts. Runs through names in his head. No stranger walks within earshot to conveniently buy him more time. Reluctantly, he shoves his emotions aside and starts reciting facts, his tone utterly blank. ]
Lot of us die. Project's dismantled. Director's charged with war crimes.
[ He doesn't know if she wants details. Thinks that omitting them might be akin to lying. Presses on: ]
Shit happens first. I get shot, can't talk. Get Sigma. Turn traitor. Attack teammates, take A.I. Wyoming, you. [ Is it cowardly to stare straight ahead instead of looking at her? ] Turn myself into a … [ a hesitation ] … vessel. Attack more people.
[ Fighting Tucker. Killing guards to get to Church. Things he knows happen, but for which he has no context. ]
End up dead.
[ He wets his lips. He hates talking this much. Hates talking about this. Discomfort has crept into his frame, fists tightening at his sides. He ignores it. ]
South shoots Wash. Tries taking an A.I. Turns on North. She dies. North dies.
York and Texas go rogue. York… [ He pauses. A flicker of something unpleasant crosses his face. There's bad blood there, but like hell does he want to get into that right now. ] Wyoming kills York.
[ A pause. His eyes flick skyward as he tries to remember anything else.
Oh, right: ]
Texas is an A.I. Think she dies.