[ She had loved him. Or at least, she'd thought she had, which amounted to the same thing. But she hadn't defected for him. She wipes away a stray tear, mouth turning down in a scowl to hide the unhappy frown. Wash sounds hollow, emotionless. Does he really not care? Or had he just seen so much it couldn't even reach him anymore? ]
It doesn't matter. [ It does. ] It was a long time ago. [ For him. For everyone else but her.
The ground shakes again, and she stumbles, catching herself just in time. ]
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It doesn't matter. [ It does. ] It was a long time ago. [ For him. For everyone else but her.
The ground shakes again, and she stumbles, catching herself just in time. ]
We need to get out of here.