[ Carver feels his fingers twitch against the glass, familiar anxiety going sharp and hot in his chest. You cannot doubt, he tells himself, you cannot falter, not even for a second. Pope loved them, Pope made them strong, and if he made hard calls, it was only because he had to.
He swallows. Takes another drink and tells himself to stop being such a bitch about it. The mission stands. Pope’s gone but Shaw isn’t, and she’s going to need him. She can’t have a weak second in command. ]
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He swallows. Takes another drink and tells himself to stop being such a bitch about it. The mission stands. Pope’s gone but Shaw isn’t, and she’s going to need him. She can’t have a weak second in command. ]
Do you? [ he asks, very quietly. ]