[It is a breath of fresh air, that realization, even though she knows what path lays ahead for him, for all of them. There are nights when she does wonder what might have been, had Sigma been hers, if the AI would have been able to twist her so, and in truth, she can't firmly say that no, she wouldn't have let him get in to her head. She's been a powerhouse in her own way, but also her own worst enemy.
There is no easy answer to any of it, to explaining why it fell, at least not without hashing every single detail. There is no one defining moment that can be looked back upon, unless one wants to go way back, to the death of her mother that broke her father. Otherwise, it had been little chinks here and there, cracks and fissures etching across the surface, small and tiny, unnoticed, until the foundation had come tumbling apart.
Carolina finds her eyes shifting to the note, hesitating. It won't be what he thinks, if she can hazard a guess as to where he is going with it, but without giving so much away, without telling of his own descent in to darkness. Her tongue darts across her lips, mouth feeling dry, and it's akin to navigating across a splintering pane of glass.]
The Great War ended about five years ago.
[Not that Carolina had had any role in that. She'd been... Well, it depended who you asked. Most thought dead, and it was what she had wanted them to think as she had striven to make sense of everything that had happened up to the ship crashing and having her AI torn from her body.]
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There is no easy answer to any of it, to explaining why it fell, at least not without hashing every single detail. There is no one defining moment that can be looked back upon, unless one wants to go way back, to the death of her mother that broke her father. Otherwise, it had been little chinks here and there, cracks and fissures etching across the surface, small and tiny, unnoticed, until the foundation had come tumbling apart.
Carolina finds her eyes shifting to the note, hesitating. It won't be what he thinks, if she can hazard a guess as to where he is going with it, but without giving so much away, without telling of his own descent in to darkness. Her tongue darts across her lips, mouth feeling dry, and it's akin to navigating across a splintering pane of glass.]
The Great War ended about five years ago.
[Not that Carolina had had any role in that. She'd been... Well, it depended who you asked. Most thought dead, and it was what she had wanted them to think as she had striven to make sense of everything that had happened up to the ship crashing and having her AI torn from her body.]