"Yeah, 'cause it's not like I can take care of myself or anything," York mutters, her jaw tight. Okay, okay, not really fair of her to say to North, either, but damn it, she can't stand anyone feeling sorry for her. She doesn't want to snap at him -- not North, of all people -- but it's hard. Wash has been doing nothing but walking on eggshells around her, and the insinuation that she can't even be trusted to make the right call for herself, that she can't be trusted to give an order that's worth following... It's not like she's ever considered herself leader material, not like Carolina had been once, but come on.

"So why'd you even come, then?" York can't really seem to stop herself from asking. Usually she'd just let this drop, just let North feel sorry for himself if she can't convince herself otherwise, but -- something about all this, about the fact that she's now two universes away from home, farther than ever, that she's apparently doomed to have this mismatched face no matter how far she goes, that she's apparently the butt of some huge cosmic fucking joke, it makes her want to pick a fight for once. "If I can't even be trusted with myself, huh, why help at all? You knew you'd be takin' orders from me, so why come at all?"