Yeah, she's right. North is alone. He isn't isolating himself on purpose, he just doesn't have anywhere to go. It's a little ironic, really--- South, despite her best efforts to be unpleasant, has slotted right in. She's gotten friendly with Carolina, and has a confidante in her. She's talking to a girl who seems to like her back. She signed up for some sort of Secret Santa thing next week, according to that bulletin board. She's got people.
North, on the other hand, has tried to be friendly, tried to integrate, and has come up short.
Maybe it's because South is so raw, so real, so herself. Whereas North has always been a charming fake.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Carolina, but--- as much as it'd be nice to vent, I don't think it should be to you. You're great, and I trust you, I mean that. I know you're just looking after the team, and that you'll do your best to stay neutral. But I don't think I should let off a bunch of steam about South to the person whose house she's staying in. It's not fair. I need to find my own outlet."
She's quiet for a minute, lips drawn into a tight line. Hesitant to walk away from a gash so fresh and so livid and so close in proximity to her. She knows it isn't her responsibility to keep a team together that doesn't exist anymore— knows this is a family issue, not a Freelancer one— and yet. She frustrates imperceptibly. Writhes inwardly at her inability to do anything at all except trust that someone else will come to his aid. Like hopping into an extraction plane and leaving him behind. Don't worry, I'll catch the next one.
"Yeah. Alright," she says slowly, begrudgingly. "I'll drop it. And I hope you find that outlet. Really."
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North, on the other hand, has tried to be friendly, tried to integrate, and has come up short.
Maybe it's because South is so raw, so real, so herself. Whereas North has always been a charming fake.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Carolina, but--- as much as it'd be nice to vent, I don't think it should be to you. You're great, and I trust you, I mean that. I know you're just looking after the team, and that you'll do your best to stay neutral. But I don't think I should let off a bunch of steam about South to the person whose house she's staying in. It's not fair. I need to find my own outlet."
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She's quiet for a minute, lips drawn into a tight line. Hesitant to walk away from a gash so fresh and so livid and so close in proximity to her. She knows it isn't her responsibility to keep a team together that doesn't exist anymore— knows this is a family issue, not a Freelancer one— and yet. She frustrates imperceptibly. Writhes inwardly at her inability to do anything at all except trust that someone else will come to his aid. Like hopping into an extraction plane and leaving him behind. Don't worry, I'll catch the next one.
"Yeah. Alright," she says slowly, begrudgingly. "I'll drop it. And I hope you find that outlet. Really."