[ This is familiar. Familiar in a way that stings, digging down into wounds that festered but never healed. A familiar figure in gold armor standing over a corpse. Venom and hatred and "eye for a fucking eye." An enemy where there should've been an ally.
Maine had been without a team, then. The people he would've taken bullets for didn't have his back. They'd tried to placate him. Tried to explain York's actions away. Treated Maine like a child having a tantrum, instead of a completely fucking sane man who—
He breathes out. Focus, Maine. Focus. ]
Said, 'No contact.' [ It's not all she said, but Maine's trying to respect Carolina's wishes. Trying not to react the way he always reacts to threats. ] You should leave.
[ A full sentence. A sign that he's serious, as well as an attempt to avoid any misunderstandings. ]
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Maine had been without a team, then. The people he would've taken bullets for didn't have his back. They'd tried to placate him. Tried to explain York's actions away. Treated Maine like a child having a tantrum, instead of a completely fucking sane man who—
He breathes out. Focus, Maine. Focus. ]
Said, 'No contact.' [ It's not all she said, but Maine's trying to respect Carolina's wishes. Trying not to react the way he always reacts to threats. ] You should leave.
[ A full sentence. A sign that he's serious, as well as an attempt to avoid any misunderstandings. ]