Lightning From Heaven

"Damn, you guys are eating office supplies?" Get it, staples? Dad joke. Anyway.

"Well, if all I get is a salad and some... breadsticks, I guess, I'll be satisfied."

Honestly, he wasn't expecting a big juicy steak or anything around here. Not any time soon, anyway. He hadn't even seen any livestock.

Carolina had no intent to grace that with a response. She has standards, thank you.

Livestock was a work in progress. So are animals worth hunting for game, actually; turns out nuclear war tends to really mess up the local ecosystems. There were some rabbit-like things in the area that they were trying to figure out how to farm, but that was a work in progress.

"There is some decent forage in the area. No mushrooms; they absorb waste really effectively- efforts cleansing farmland will probably reach them last- but the array of new-growth foliage is nice, and they've been able to repurpose preserved goods pretty well." She still wasn't sure she could say 'we'- she was new here, even if they'd accepted her presence, and even if she was spending a disproportionate amount of her free time trying to help rebuild. Carolina had always had a habit of separating herself from the people around her; whether it was some innate push to keep people separate so she wouldn't be hurt, or a feeling that she wouldn't be accepted if people knew her well enough, or some secret third thing was a little hard to tell, from the outside looking in.

"Well, I plan on sticking around, so being a dick to the locals seems like a generally poor idea," York said with a smirk. Besides, if Carolina was willing to stand up for these folks, they had to be good people. He had no reason to be anything other than polite.

"Oh, right--well, I haven't magically acquired any allergies over the years... I was planning on winging it when we got there, honestly. Not sure what Chorus has to eat, really."

Don't smirk at her, she's weak to that shit, and she's still learning to trust you again. Smug prick. Despite herself, she grinned a little, but she pointedly looked ahead. Somehow, letting him know she was enjoying his presence felt like letting him win, and she hadn't drawn out the part where he had to beg for her affection nearly enough.

"Staples, mostly. We're still working on getting farms up and running- even with the agricultural boost from the towers, it'll be a bit before food production is steady." Why do you think her kitchen was so sparsely stocked?

"But bread is becoming much more common." It's funny- she hadn't realized how much she'd miss bread, of all things. It made sense, in a way that she didn't fully grasp; humans have been making bread longer than they've been writing down how. Regardless, however, pastry availability was a hell of a step up.

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❛ i don't believe you anymore. ❜ ❛ i don't have anything left to give you. ❜ ❛ i don't know how to forgive you. ❜ ❛ i don't know how to stop loving you. ❜ ❛ i don't know if i hate you or miss you. ❜ ❛ i don't know how to act around you anymore. ❜ ❛ i don't love you anymore. ❜ ❛ i don't need your pity. ❜ ❛ i don't need you to save me. ❜ ❛ i don't recognize you anymore. ❜ ❛ i don't think we can fix this. ❜ ❛ i don't think i can survive losing you again. ❜ ❛ i don't want to see you again. ❜ ❛ i don't want your apology. ❜ ❛ i don't want to be your second choice. ❜ ❛ don't ask me to stay. ❜ ❛ don't ask me to be okay with this. ❜ ❛ don't come back to me just because you're lonely. ❜ ❛ don't leave me here alone. ❜ ❛ don't lie to me again. ❜ ❛ don't love me only when it's convenient. ❜ ❛ don't make me choose between you and myself. ❜ ❛ don't make me hate you just so i can let you go. ❜ ❛ don't pretend you're the only one who suffered. ❜ ❛ don't say you love me unless you mean it. ❜ ❛ don't tell me what to do. ❜ ❛ don't tell me this was all for nothing. ❜ ❛ don't touch me. ❜ ❛ don't turn this around on me. ❜ ❛ don't you dare hold my past against me. ❜ ❛ you don't deserve me. ❜ ❛ you don't get to decide when i'm done hurting. ❜ ❛ you don't get to hurt me and call it love. ❜ ❛ you don't get to mourn me after killing every part of me that loved you. ❜ ❛ you don't get to rewrite what happened just because you regret it now. ❜ ❛ you don't have to pretend you missed me. ❜ ❛ you don't know how many times i waited for you. ❜ ❛ you don't know what i gave up for you. ❜ ❛ you don't understand what you did to me. ❜ ❛ you don't understand how tired i am of being strong because of you. ❜

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"There's always a monocle..." That was mostly a joke.

"I've looked into it a few times, but I haven't exactly been in the right financial state to do something like that." Especially for something like an eye. Not quite as easy to replace, even with modern medicine, as a lost limb.

For the record, legs aren't cheap either- but he is right in that an eye is a whole different level, just in technical expertise. Lina's pretty sure she'd heard somewhere once upon a time that the human body's immune system didn't even fully recognize eyes as being worth protecting- or... Something along those lines. That was never really her field of expertise, beyond the occasional fun fact.

"Good news here is that they don't actually have a functional economy yet, so... Maybe get in good with the locals?" Step one, if nothing else. They didn't have the equipment to get her a permanent prosthetic (at least, not yet- they're working on it), so the odds that they'd have the equipment for an eye seemed slim to her, but she didn't know for sure.

"Oh, the cafe's coming up. Did you have something specific in mind?"

He'll pass on the window, thanks. He's long since retired from jumping off or out of buildings.

"I don't blame him, I was absolutely a dick," York replied with a laugh, sighing with relief once they were on flat ground and back outside. Ah, much better. "But hey, maybe he'll relax a bit once we talk it out."

Right, his eye. It was still a pain in his ass to this day, to be honest.

"Eh, you get used to it," he admitted. Regardless of the annoyance, after years of being blind in one eye, he had intuitively adjusted. Still had shit peripheral vision on his left side, but that wasn't as important as it used to be. "Hurts when I read. Maybe I should get glasses."

"I'm not sure glasses can fix scarring on the surface of your eye." Unless he was worried about his other eye, which... Fair, she supposed. "Have you ever considered a cybernetic replacement...?"

The operation, as she understood it, was very sensitive and more than a little intrusive, but restoring vision and functionality seemed worth it to her- but that wasn't her choice to make. Honestly, she'd find it weird if he hadn't looked into it; surely Delta had, if he hadn't.

"You were being manipulated just as much as the rest of us," York pointed out. "You're not omnipotent, you can't account for everything. And hindsight is always 20/20."

Of course, she's probably heard all of this before from Wash, so he decided not to linger on it for too long.

"In all fairness, you know what Wash was like. I feel a little bad for giving him such a hard time back then." Only a little, though.

They finally reached the bottom of the stairs- really, it would be faster if you'd just take the window with her- and she was happy enough to emerge into the open air out the front door.

"He does have a bit of a bone to pick with you about it, yeah." Sorry, York, not everybody's ecstatic to see you. Hell, to be fair, even she had mixed feelings about him being here; it's easy to romanticize a dead man. Much harder to look him in his face and remember his flaws- or the tricky nuance that is living around him.

"Now that you've robbed me of my mobility aid once today, I think it's perfectly fair game to ask how your eye's healed up, though." More of a demand than an ask, but she worries, you know? Even if he can't see out it very well, at least she hoped there wasn't pain.