[ Maine thinks of the way North jerked away from him, as though expecting an attack. He thinks of how shaken York appeared. He thinks of the tension in Wash, released only when he took off his helmet. He puts it together. They were afraid — all of them — that it wasn't him. That he was Sigma.
[ Sigma gave them reason to be afraid. Sigma was hostile.
[ Maine puts it together. Doesn't know what to do with it. Doesn't know what to feel or think about it. It's one more fucking thing that doesn't make a shred of sense. So he thinks of what does make sense. What always makes sense: the mission, and watching his teammate's backs.
[ Right now, Wash looks like shit. He's not good. Fuck Sigma. Fuck A.I. Fuck whatever happens in some future Maine hasn't lived. He'll deal with it later.
[ Maine raises his chin and rolls his shoulders; he lifts a hand to gesture to himself, solid and whole and decidedly him. ]
Here now.
[ Then he raises an eyebrow and nods at Wash with a low, questioning sound.
no subject
[ Maine thinks of the way North jerked away from him, as though expecting an attack. He thinks of how shaken York appeared. He thinks of the tension in Wash, released only when he took off his helmet. He puts it together. They were afraid — all of them — that it wasn't him. That he was Sigma.
[ Sigma gave them reason to be afraid. Sigma was hostile.
[ Maine puts it together. Doesn't know what to do with it. Doesn't know what to feel or think about it. It's one more fucking thing that doesn't make a shred of sense. So he thinks of what does make sense. What always makes sense: the mission, and watching his teammate's backs.
[ Right now, Wash looks like shit. He's not good. Fuck Sigma. Fuck A.I. Fuck whatever happens in some future Maine hasn't lived. He'll deal with it later.
[ Maine raises his chin and rolls his shoulders; he lifts a hand to gesture to himself, solid and whole and decidedly him. ]
Here now.
[ Then he raises an eyebrow and nods at Wash with a low, questioning sound.
[ "What about you?" ]