[ There's a slight twitch at the corner of Maine's eye when Carolina begins speaking again, though it's difficult to tell what, specifically, it's in response to. Other than that, Maine remains silent and stone-faced. Listens without reacting in the slightest. Takes it in and knows that there's absolutely nothing he can do about it.
He'd wanted to try. At one point, he had to be physically restrained from going home and killing the Director. But even that wouldn't have been a solution.
No matter what he does, he winds up hurting the people he cares about. He can't do a fucking thing.
And now he knows that Wyoming dies. One of the only Freelancers he'd called a friend. Wyoming dies, Texas dies, Connie doesn't come back — and it doesn't take a fucking genius to figure out what that means.
His mental list of surviving Freelancers grows shorter still. He wonders how short Carolina's is. Doesn't have it in him to ask. Not when he can't do anything about it.
Even by Maine's standards, he's been quiet for too long. He should give Carolina some response. But all he can manage to push past his lips is, ]
pfl's just a fun ride all around :')
He'd wanted to try. At one point, he had to be physically restrained from going home and killing the Director. But even that wouldn't have been a solution.
No matter what he does, he winds up hurting the people he cares about. He can't do a fucking thing.
And now he knows that Wyoming dies. One of the only Freelancers he'd called a friend. Wyoming dies, Texas dies, Connie doesn't come back — and it doesn't take a fucking genius to figure out what that means.
His mental list of surviving Freelancers grows shorter still. He wonders how short Carolina's is. Doesn't have it in him to ask. Not when he can't do anything about it.
Even by Maine's standards, he's been quiet for too long. He should give Carolina some response. But all he can manage to push past his lips is, ]
Shitty.
[ Understatement of the fucking year. ]