[ It is. It's exactly what she'd asked - what she'd demanded that he tell her, because she'd had to hear it for herself. Church - the Church she'd met and befriended - hadn't known about his own death. He'd known that Wash was going to turn Epsilon in, and that was it. That was where his memories stopped.
Fragments of personality, fragments of memory. Neither of them had known the whole story, because neither of them had survived long enough to see the ending.
She looks at him for a long, long moment, hurt and angry and grieving and conflicted. She would have been just at angry at Church, if the story had been reversed. If he'd somehow been responsible for Wash's death. Would have been heartbroken and shaken and guilty and miserable if Wash had died at Maine's hands.
As it is, Wash is here. Church had died and never even known it. And now he's gone, too.
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Fragments of personality, fragments of memory. Neither of them had known the whole story, because neither of them had survived long enough to see the ending.
She looks at him for a long, long moment, hurt and angry and grieving and conflicted. She would have been just at angry at Church, if the story had been reversed. If he'd somehow been responsible for Wash's death. Would have been heartbroken and shaken and guilty and miserable if Wash had died at Maine's hands.
As it is, Wash is here. Church had died and never even known it. And now he's gone, too.
She turns, wordless, and starts walking away. ]