Well, if you have it under control, that what worry do I have over it. Hope has it under her control and trusts this AI implicitly. I can just go on about my day in this ALTERNATE FUTURE and let Hope traipse into who knows where to find another imprisoned AI.
We being every person who accepted this same, albeit, separate deal altogether. Is everyone working together, communicating, coordinating? What is your part in this daring rescue?
I'm here now. You know better than to think I'll let you do this alone. I'm in.
( What she didn't expect was for him to not forbid her. He knows forbidding her will only make her do it to spite him. And him being there, maybe he can make sure nothing terrible happens. The consequences of which, they will all deal with. If anything does happen, Cassius will feel his wrath. )
That, I'll gladly do. Not that I remember her being particularly suicidal before.
I'm not saying this was your place, but I did have to learn of the discrepancy between Caroline and I after encountering her here. Things proved to be strange, dynamically. Is this something that keeps happening? Differences in time?
I don't know if Caroline has passed anything on, but you should know that her circumstances have no bearing on how I will be with her. In any capacity. I don't know what she's been made aware of, or how I was with her before, but, here she will be someone I look out after. I'm happy the two of you found each other here, even if there are years between you.
i'm not saying you have to go pick a boyfriend out of a catalogue or whatever but if somebody asks you to get a drink or something you should go and if you don't want to go alone i can always drag marcos along
because when she found out i was your daughter she thought i was hers for like half a second and i don't think i'll ever recover from that awkwardness.
( Imagine the neural transmission of uncontrollable laughter, because the idea of young Caroline believing that and Hope's being involved. Give him a moment. It's absurd and hilarious. )
usually when i'm about to lose it, i would either turn into a werewolf and run wild through the forest, or i'd use magic to expend my energy. i can't do either of those things anymore.
[It happened again, didn't it? The girls who always get left behind still here and the people they give a damn about leaving. If this were a kidnapping, like with her friend, she'd be out looking, not here smashing plates on the floor.
Hope's breath leaves her lungs in a whoosh, but any feelings that it drags up are quickly squashed. They aren't important anymore.
She moves forward after only a slight hesitation, reaching out to pull Caroline into a tight hug.]
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