Half way through I realized that Wash had already seen C.T.'s armor when he was w/ Doc and Maine... Let's just say he was too busy at the time to really dwell on it too much..
Red vs Blue is not mine.
Washington sat atop the abandoned temple overlooking the rest of Sandtrap. He knew all the ex-Freelancers were dead; North, South, Maine, Wyoming, Florida, York. Carolina was supposed to be dead. Heck, people thoughthe was dead!
So why was finding out that C.T. died so hard for him?
"Somehow I knew you'd be up here, Carolina said walking up to him. When he didn't respond she lightly kicked him in the back. "Hey, there's no point in beating yourself over something that already happened."
As time passed an neither of them spoke, Carolina decided it'd be best to leave him alone. He obviously didn't want to be bothered. As she turned to walk away, he finally spoke up. "Yeah I guess you're right," he looked up at the sky as if looking for an answer. "What's done is done, after all. I just wish... I wish I'd done something different."
"It's not your fault, Wash, Carolina said. "There's no way you could've known what was going to happen; that she was going to leave."
"No," he replied, "maybe not, but I should have believed her. I should have believed inher." He took a deep breath to keep his voice from shaking. "Maybe if I'd gone with her she'd still be alive."
"You don't know that!" Carolina immediately snapped before calming back down. "You don't know that for sure," she repeated softly. "There's no guarantee that she'd still be alive if you want with her; that you'd still be alive."
"Even if that were true, at least I'd still be with her," he said looking back at the sunset.
"Damnit, Wash! Why are to doing this?!" She yelled. Little did she know that Washington's startled expression was from the fact that C.T. had said those exact same words to him years before. "Why are you feeling so sorry for yourself? We've all lost everything! You should be grateful you're even still alive!" She took several deep breaths to calm her temper. "Listen, Wash. I didn't-"
"No," he said cutting her off, "you're right. I need to stop pitying myself. Connie's gone. And pitying myself isn't going to bring her back. The best I can do now is to remember her; to remember all of them. From Connie's constant self doubt to York's inability to pick locks correctly. We've made it this farbecause of what happened to us."
"That's why you have to keep moving forward." Carolina said squeezing Washington's shoulder encouragingly. "The past doesn't define who you are, Wash. It just gives you the starting point of who you're going to be."
"What, like the prologue of a story?" Washington asked before he could stop himself.
"Yeah, I guess you could say something like that." She said chuckling lightly. "If what's past is prologue, then what's your story, Wash?"
This was actually something I wrote for an English assignment. The teacher have us a packet of quotes we use today that were made by Shakespeare. The quotes I used were what's done is done and what'spast is prologue.
What's written here is what I have the teacher so nothing was changed. She loved it! I got a 70 on it! Considering it was like over a week late, that's actually a really good score.
This actually took me like two weeks to think up and over eight hours to write... I'm so not a writer. xD