[Cheers, he'll drink to that, bro. Or he would, if they had any liquor. Metaphorical toast in solidarity.]
[Wash huffs a noise out behind his visor. It's not quite a laugh, not quite a snort, but more a hum of bitter agreement. Fuck Freelancer. Fuck every part and parcel of it, and every shattered remnant it left behind. Himself included.]
Would you believe it's still making trouble for us, years after the fact?
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[Wash huffs a noise out behind his visor. It's not quite a laugh, not quite a snort, but more a hum of bitter agreement. Fuck Freelancer. Fuck every part and parcel of it, and every shattered remnant it left behind. Himself included.]
Would you believe it's still making trouble for us, years after the fact?