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[soundslikeafuckingkid]

[CT sat silently at the table across from Carolina, gaze focused on everything except her former teammate. After all her attempts to escape the other Freelancer throughout Sacrosanct, CT had simply not been fast enough this time.

Her mind was filled with a million different possible scenarios, most of them ending up with her being dragged back to the Director. So, as of now, she's resigned, her hands loose and lax in her lap.

Say something. Say anything. Yell at Carolina, do something besides just sit there.]

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Because I don't care about anyone else's safety. [Everything was starting to wear her down.]

[And she was smart. She could see how broken up CT really was, that when the younger girl tried harder it just spoke louder that something was wrong.]

Screw the rest of this station, I just was my team to be alright. [It was totally her team. Texas wasn't here.]

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I'm not on your fucking team. [CT knows that the only way to really prove that would be to provide information, something. But, is it worth the cost? Would Carolina go straight to the Director if CT said anything? The panic is starting to rise in her, a twist in her gut as she eyes that door again. Could Carolina reach her before she got to the door?]

It's been eight years since I left the program. [Before, brusquely, protectively:] And that's all you're getting.

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Eight years ... [She pauses to consider that. That knowledge, as well as herbehavoir, was falling right in line with what she'd heard and experienced from the others.]

[She was the youngest, now. They had all these years of experience and betrayals and she suddenly felt like a naive little kid, smart enough to know something happened, something changed, but lacking the maturity to understand it all. Old enough that this feeling was grating her terribly.]

That's all I wanted. [She motions to the door.] If you want to go so bad, go.

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[CT doesn't need to be told twice, but she does keep her gaze firmly focused on Carolina as she edges her way toward the door, panic and paranoia fighting each other behind her walls. ]

I'll know if you follow. [Barely a breath before:] Don't fucking follow me.

[Her heart is pounding in her ears as her fingers wrap around the door handle. Yeah, that time in the desert only really made everything worse. Her paranoia is over-the-top and would be almost comical if it weren't 100% real to her.]

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[Carolina's turned away from her again, all attemps to ease the sitaution as best she can.]

Be safe. [It's sincere, trying to give CT a firm understanding of her intentions right now. . She's already failed at everything else so far.]