Taylor. Taylor, not York. Not the cocky one eye'd agent that fucked everything up, that killed fuck knows how many people in crashing the MOI. Doesn't mean he didn't do those things but he's moved past them, right?
If you have to ask... his mental ghost of North murmurs, and it's answer enough for him.
"No, no- they'll help. We got uh- we got a rough plan put together on how to move next. Hit up that old facility where we found Delta, all that." It's happening, they'll figure it out like they always figure it out-
And normally when distressed he immediately seeks out Locus or Delta to lean against as he shakes his way through the anxiety. Tonight? He hovers a foot away, listing toward Locus but visibly uncertain, eyes darting to and from him, hands fiddling with the hem of his coat. "It just...dug up a lot, seeing him again. Talking about what happened. He's, well. Less than impressed with me for running."
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If you have to ask... his mental ghost of North murmurs, and it's answer enough for him.
"No, no- they'll help. We got uh- we got a rough plan put together on how to move next. Hit up that old facility where we found Delta, all that." It's happening, they'll figure it out like they always figure it out-
And normally when distressed he immediately seeks out Locus or Delta to lean against as he shakes his way through the anxiety. Tonight? He hovers a foot away, listing toward Locus but visibly uncertain, eyes darting to and from him, hands fiddling with the hem of his coat. "It just...dug up a lot, seeing him again. Talking about what happened. He's, well. Less than impressed with me for running."