[ How could everything have turned into such a mess? Just the words Texas is dead sound...wrong. She'd known that much, Wash had given her the body count a long time ago, but still, she can't reconcile the Project's number one freelancer, top of the board, her friend, with...that. With just being gone.
She tilts her head, as if trying to recall something dancing at the edge of her memory, something she can't quite pin down. Because she does remember Wash telling her...something like this. Something about bringing down the Project. About a necessary sacrifice. And she remembers being angry at him, being shocked and upset and grieving, but for the life of her she can't remember why. ]
I don't...understand.
[ She frowns, brow furrowing. Trying to remember. Why would she care? Tex had been her friend, but Tex had been special. Different. ]
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She tilts her head, as if trying to recall something dancing at the edge of her memory, something she can't quite pin down. Because she does remember Wash telling her...something like this. Something about bringing down the Project. About a necessary sacrifice. And she remembers being angry at him, being shocked and upset and grieving, but for the life of her she can't remember why. ]
I don't...understand.
[ She frowns, brow furrowing. Trying to remember. Why would she care? Tex had been her friend, but Tex had been special. Different. ]
He was just an AI.