[ "I can't do this anymore."

that's a sentiment she knows well, the humanizing thing that she clings to as she lets ephemera continue. she can't be mad at him for hurting. she just has to keep reminding herself of that. ]

Alright.

[ she nods, spares a glance at wash, at that disappointment that physically pains her to see, almost gets mad all over again before she forces herself to breathe. unclench her fists. stop thinking about how nice hitting anything right now would feel. it won't help. ]

No more talking. If you're not actively looking to kill us, then we're in agreement. [ it wasn't like the freelancers wanted him dead at any point to begin with. he was collateral damage, then a threat to the people she was protecting on chorus.

but he's never been her enemy for personal reasons and that's why carolina pauses just long enough to look to the room's silent observers, spare a glance to make sure neither of them have really moved, before her gaze fixes on ephemera again. ]

There's only so many Displaced. I know it's going to be a long way off, but I hope that some day, you can consider us your allies here.