Her teammate, friend. Her responsibility. No one else's. Not the demon's, not Texas's, not her father's. Her efforts to bring Connecticut in alive were squandered by no one's faults but her own. And for days York trailed piteously behind her, the caretaker to some haphazardly pieced-together thing, keeping himself awake while she trained herself to exhaustion. Not your fault, he'd say. You did what you could.
It is my fault.
I couldn't beat her to—
These things don't always have to be a competition, Carolina.
She punched him in the face for that.
It wasn't the competition that mattered. Why did everyone think it was the fucking competition that kept her on the training floor all night?
One last snarl sends demon hands scattering. They place themselves elsewhere, fussing with stage dressings and pulling curtains, leaving Carolina to the task. She tucks both hands beneath CT's arms and lifts her, mustering every bit of strength she can to carry her backstage. Someone points, says something she can't hear. Through a door labeled Green Room.
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Connecticut is her responsibility.
Her teammate, friend. Her responsibility. No one else's. Not the demon's, not Texas's, not her father's. Her efforts to bring Connecticut in alive were squandered by no one's faults but her own. And for days York trailed piteously behind her, the caretaker to some haphazardly pieced-together thing, keeping himself awake while she trained herself to exhaustion. Not your fault, he'd say. You did what you could.
It is my fault.
I couldn't beat her to—
These things don't always have to be a competition, Carolina.
She punched him in the face for that.
It wasn't the competition that mattered. Why did everyone think it was the fucking competition that kept her on the training floor all night?
One last snarl sends demon hands scattering. They place themselves elsewhere, fussing with stage dressings and pulling curtains, leaving Carolina to the task. She tucks both hands beneath CT's arms and lifts her, mustering every bit of strength she can to carry her backstage. Someone points, says something she can't hear. Through a door labeled Green Room.