[Wash suddenly turns, a little of the cold expression giving way to some humanity again. It's something he planned on breaking to him at some point. The only way his dead friends could figure out how to survive without breaking time or something was if they all knew.]
[He doesn't like that York knows because he was immediately about to die, or dying when he got tempest-tossed by reality, somehow healed up, and washed up this world's shore like a dead crab.]
[There's fear and/or pain in that Wash wishes he hadn't gone through before the second chance. Same with North.]
She got Delta from me. He was in my suit when I answered North's beacon.
When Maine attacked, I gave him to South to take back to base.
[Only to later destroy recover him and destroy him with an EMP but...that was complicated. He's not sure what happened in that moment, either, when the Alpha jumped into Maine. Had they all rejoined into? If not, had Church had a chance to ask for their agreement permission? Had he bothered? Wash thinks with how...limited he'd become that they probably could've overpowered him, but they didn't.]
[But that's a talk for another day, because it involve digging into the entire mess that is Church. And if Delta and Theta are alive here there's at least a chance to keep them that way. Wash isn't opposed to that.]
I was on recovery.
[Recovery had been a role even before the program imploded. They couldn't leave gear in the field if they could help it. It was just handled differently then and was far more necessary after.]
[And that explains more about the flat tone, the coldness. You don't go play vulture to all your friend's dead bodies without winding up pretty dead inside.]
I was the last recovery agent left active by the end.
[As far as he knew, because he hadn't quite figured things out about South even now. He had his suspicions but there was a chance she'd just gone rogue to steal Delta.]
[But for most part, for the agents he was closest to, Wash had been the only one answering the beacons. A lovely picture, isn't it? The formerly earnest rookie who tried to reassure teammates no matter how many times it blew up in his face, blowing up and incinerating all the dead bodies.]
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[He doesn't like that York knows because he was immediately about to die, or dying when he got tempest-tossed by reality, somehow healed up, and washed up this world's shore like a dead crab.]
[There's fear and/or pain in that Wash wishes he hadn't gone through before the second chance. Same with North.]
She got Delta from me. He was in my suit when I answered North's beacon.
When Maine attacked, I gave him to South to take back to base.
[Only to later destroy recover him and destroy him with an EMP but...that was complicated. He's not sure what happened in that moment, either, when the Alpha jumped into Maine. Had they all rejoined into? If not, had Church had a chance to ask for their agreement permission? Had he bothered? Wash thinks with how...limited he'd become that they probably could've overpowered him, but they didn't.]
[But that's a talk for another day, because it involve digging into the entire mess that is Church. And if Delta and Theta are alive here there's at least a chance to keep them that way. Wash isn't opposed to that.]
I was on recovery.
[Recovery had been a role even before the program imploded. They couldn't leave gear in the field if they could help it. It was just handled differently then and was far more necessary after.]
[And that explains more about the flat tone, the coldness. You don't go play vulture to all your friend's dead bodies without winding up pretty dead inside.]
I was the last recovery agent left active by the end.
[As far as he knew, because he hadn't quite figured things out about South even now. He had his suspicions but there was a chance she'd just gone rogue to steal Delta.]
[But for most part, for the agents he was closest to, Wash had been the only one answering the beacons. A lovely picture, isn't it? The formerly earnest rookie who tried to reassure teammates no matter how many times it blew up in his face, blowing up and incinerating all the dead bodies.]