Aiden Price. I didn't expect to ever see you crawl up out of the mud again.
I'm already having a bad week, so I'm not in the mood to play any more games with you. Let's take this from the top.
You and the Director experimentally pitted agents against one another from the first. You deliberately sowed paranoia and mistrust in a team that needed to depend on one another to function. You set us up to hurt each other and ourselves, just to push us that little bit further to... to what? Make us better soldiers? To fight the war? The project didn't even succeed at that. By the time everything fell apart, all of us were at our weakest.
[ Carolina's voice is hard as steel and strong with controlled outrage as she talks about them, about her team. ]
Excuse me if I don't have any tears for the Director's "self harm" when he was all too happy to use the fact Alpha was based on him to justify torturing him. He was so obsessed with a dead woman he couldn't be bothered to care about anyone alive, including himself, much less a copy of himself. I can't believe he actually hurt himself or threatened you, Counselor, because the Director believed he was going to succeed and nothing else mattered. He was a broken man, but he was also hard-headed, obsessive, and overconfident.
If you had cared a single iota about his wellbeing, you would have reported him and gotten him taken out of that position into the help he needed. Instead, you enabled him just so you could study all the little pieces of everyone else he broke.
[ Carolina was one of the last people to speak to her father. Carolina knows how he died and how much of a mercy it was by then. How dare you, Price, how dare you. ]
Have you told them what our goals actually were by the time it was all over? How we were lied to about who we were fighting and why?
Have you told them how not a single thing we did saved even one human life?
Have you told them how many of us died?
Have you told them what you did on Chorus after you spent all that time rotting, excuse me, repenting?
I doubt it.
[ Carolina hates this man, but she is older now. The anger has cooled. It's no longer molten rock, it's obsidian with edges sharp enough to carve out his heart. ]
I don't know what you think you're accomplishing here, but you are going to have to do a damn lot better than that.
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Aiden Price. I didn't expect to ever see you crawl up out of the mud again.
I'm already having a bad week, so I'm not in the mood to play any more games with you. Let's take this from the top.
You and the Director experimentally pitted agents against one another from the first. You deliberately sowed paranoia and mistrust in a team that needed to depend on one another to function. You set us up to hurt each other and ourselves, just to push us that little bit further to... to what? Make us better soldiers? To fight the war? The project didn't even succeed at that. By the time everything fell apart, all of us were at our weakest.
[ Carolina's voice is hard as steel and strong with controlled outrage as she talks about them, about her team. ]
Excuse me if I don't have any tears for the Director's "self harm" when he was all too happy to use the fact Alpha was based on him to justify torturing him. He was so obsessed with a dead woman he couldn't be bothered to care about anyone alive, including himself, much less a copy of himself. I can't believe he actually hurt himself or threatened you, Counselor, because the Director believed he was going to succeed and nothing else mattered. He was a broken man, but he was also hard-headed, obsessive, and overconfident.
If you had cared a single iota about his wellbeing, you would have reported him and gotten him taken out of that position into the help he needed. Instead, you enabled him just so you could study all the little pieces of everyone else he broke.
[ Carolina was one of the last people to speak to her father. Carolina knows how he died and how much of a mercy it was by then. How dare you, Price, how dare you. ]
Have you told them what our goals actually were by the time it was all over? How we were lied to about who we were fighting and why?
Have you told them how not a single thing we did saved even one human life?
Have you told them how many of us died?
Have you told them what you did on Chorus after you spent all that time rotting, excuse me, repenting?
I doubt it.
[ Carolina hates this man, but she is older now. The anger has cooled. It's no longer molten rock, it's obsidian with edges sharp enough to carve out his heart. ]
I don't know what you think you're accomplishing here, but you are going to have to do a damn lot better than that.