It is. It isn't. He and Carolina were close, and he was...
[He has to go and unpack his own fucking feelings on the matter, as if any of them are the least bit important, when they're not. None of them are. Why would they be? They didn't talk, him and Epsilon, not after Epsilon nearly liquified his brain in his fucking skull and then tried to vaporize him on the spot. Why should they have? What did they have to say to each other? What do you say to someone when you can't just laugh and call each other dicks and say you'll share a beer somewhere down the line?]
[He's not Tucker, who knew Church in that friendly and familiar way that didn't come from ripping someone's memories out of their skull. He's not Caboose, whose singleminded fixation on winning Church's approval drowned out all else.]
Never mind. You had the right to know. That's all.
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[He has to go and unpack his own fucking feelings on the matter, as if any of them are the least bit important, when they're not. None of them are. Why would they be? They didn't talk, him and Epsilon, not after Epsilon nearly liquified his brain in his fucking skull and then tried to vaporize him on the spot. Why should they have? What did they have to say to each other? What do you say to someone when you can't just laugh and call each other dicks and say you'll share a beer somewhere down the line?]
[He's not Tucker, who knew Church in that friendly and familiar way that didn't come from ripping someone's memories out of their skull. He's not Caboose, whose singleminded fixation on winning Church's approval drowned out all else.]
Never mind. You had the right to know. That's all.