[ York turns back from the crystal and listens -- that's a lot. That's a whole lot, and he can understand Wash's distrust after it for sure. He addresses one thing at a time, a little disturbed by how flat and hollow his friend's voice sounds. How disillusioned the other man is. And who could blame him? York sighs. ]

I knew about Maine, we were on the run from him. It's his AI, we think, Sigma is creepy as fuck. But that's how South got D? I ran into her earlier and she refused to hand him over.

[ He hadn't wanted to let her leave, was ready to fight her after they took out the brainwashing group, but she'd used that weird invisibility-esque trick and had gotten away from him. Leaving York with the gaping wound in his psyche where his AI had been, his little buddy that he missed more than anything right now.

He tries not to focus on it, gives Wash his full attention. ]

Yeah. I forgive you for being slow to trust me. But I'm not going to hurt you and I won't leave you behind again, Wash.

[ Then, he hesitates. There's no use not talking about it. He's alive here and that's what matters right now, he can't change the past. ]

And I know I'm dead. You don't have to dance around that, I'm just glad Delta survived it. Even if he's with that bitch right now.