Promise me
“Are you sure about this?” Carolina was so tense that it looked like a simple breeze could shatter her.
“Course I am!” York was obviously grinning at her underneath the helmet. “I’ll be back in just a moment, don’t you worry about me!”
Carolina resolutely didn’t flinch at that. “Take Epsilon,” she said, turning away from him to examine the Chorus skyline.
“Hey,” York’s gauntleted hand landed on her shoulder, warm and familiar and comforting. “I’ll be fine.”
“Go,” she snapped, trying to hide the anxiety that was building in her stomach.
Epsilon flickered in her mind.
Promise me you won’t let anything happen to him, she told her brother.
“Fine, fine, we’ll be careful.” The AI groaned, but she could feel the flicker of emotion that meant that he understood.