[South pulls in on herself, gripping her arms tighter, as she feels she hears the difference -- what she interprets as indifference, disdain even -- in Carolina's voice.]
What. [She glowers at the board, now, wanting to direct that glare at Carolina but unwilling to tear her eyes from the ever-shifting ranks. She keeps seeing Dakota but it's always prefaced by North.]
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What. [She glowers at the board, now, wanting to direct that glare at Carolina but unwilling to tear her eyes from the ever-shifting ranks. She keeps seeing Dakota but it's always prefaced by North.]