[ When he's overwhelmed by the goons, York doesn't have much hope of escape. It'll take too long before his power recharges and there are so many of them -- he keeps struggling anyway, not willing to just keel over and be brainwashed, but yes. The jig is probably up.
At least, until a familiar voice comes from the smaller guard. It's just two words, but unmistakeable. He hears that voice in his memory, in his dreams. And then the guard moves just like her, just like York remembers. She snaps the goon's neck and comes over to undo his restraints, her gaze focused down on his wrists. The helmet probably limits her vision, that's the only reason he can come up with that she wouldn't recognize him. But he's sure it's her -- she speaks again and he knows it's not false hope, it has to be her. ]
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At least, until a familiar voice comes from the smaller guard. It's just two words, but unmistakeable. He hears that voice in his memory, in his dreams. And then the guard moves just like her, just like York remembers. She snaps the goon's neck and comes over to undo his restraints, her gaze focused down on his wrists. The helmet probably limits her vision, that's the only reason he can come up with that she wouldn't recognize him. But he's sure it's her -- she speaks again and he knows it's not false hope, it has to be her. ]
Carolina?