[ They had grown even closer during their time after the crash, on the run with only one another for company. But Carolina knows that, York remembers -- she saw his journals. Heard them talking to each other.
He breathes out, offering Carolina a small but grateful smile. There's sadness in his good eye, though. ]
Thanks. I think... I don't really know how to, yet?
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He breathes out, offering Carolina a small but grateful smile. There's sadness in his good eye, though. ]
Thanks. I think... I don't really know how to, yet?