[ it's a familiar story. maybe years is a stretch, but caroline remembers things much the same way — being fed on, manipulated, pushed around, taken advantage of. but waking up to those memories had been better, hadn't it? the ups, as carol puts them. ]
Wow. [ 'yeah,' echoed back, would have been too much like a broken record. ] Kind of lame if I just say 'same', I guess.
[ after a beat, caroline shrugs; a free hand pushes open the door to the facility, now creakily hanging on just one hinge after so many back-and-forths. there's almost nothing left. no sounds of scuffles, no cries for help... just awkward, uncomfortable silence. even caroline's enhanced hearing struggles to make out anything more than the breaths of their companions on other floors. ]
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Wow. [ 'yeah,' echoed back, would have been too much like a broken record. ] Kind of lame if I just say 'same', I guess.
[ after a beat, caroline shrugs; a free hand pushes open the door to the facility, now creakily hanging on just one hinge after so many back-and-forths. there's almost nothing left. no sounds of scuffles, no cries for help... just awkward, uncomfortable silence. even caroline's enhanced hearing struggles to make out anything more than the breaths of their companions on other floors. ]
I think that really was everybody.