[That Wash doesn't even try to deny it only fuels the grease fire that is his anger.]
I didn't do it for you!
[Everything that happened to him, and to the people around him, the people he cared about no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, the people he was responsible for. Everything that had ever fucking happened, to any of them. To Tex, Wash, Wyoming. To Grif, Donut, Tucker. To Captain Flowers, Private Jimmy, Junior.
You'll never get another shot at fixing all of this.
And none of it even mattered? Maybe that's all he and the other AI were. Loose ends to tie up. Epsilon was the only one that mattered to Wash, right from the start. Hadn't there been something nobler to the plan? Something of the truth he could just reach out and touch the frayed edges of--]
Clear up something for me here, cuz I feel like I really deserve to know: do you ever tell people the truth? Or are you such a paranoid asshole that you've gotta obfuscate everything just to get your way and look out for number one?!
[His voice pitches upward, tighter and tighter, like he's running out of air, like he's going to choke on the tight ball of emotions thrumming in his chest. And part of him can't even blame Wash for that. Why not look out for number one, after being betrayed and tossed aside? What the fuck is he to Wash? What were any of them to Wash but just pieces on a chessboard? He looks away, stamps a foot, runs a hand over his helmet as if to flatten down hair, and finally looks back again.]
Yes, I know what the word obfuscate means, don't faint.
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I didn't do it for you!
[Everything that happened to him, and to the people around him, the people he cared about no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, the people he was responsible for. Everything that had ever fucking happened, to any of them. To Tex, Wash, Wyoming. To Grif, Donut, Tucker. To Captain Flowers, Private Jimmy, Junior.
You'll never get another shot at fixing all of this.
And none of it even mattered? Maybe that's all he and the other AI were. Loose ends to tie up. Epsilon was the only one that mattered to Wash, right from the start. Hadn't there been something nobler to the plan? Something of the truth he could just reach out and touch the frayed edges of--]
Clear up something for me here, cuz I feel like I really deserve to know: do you ever tell people the truth? Or are you such a paranoid asshole that you've gotta obfuscate everything just to get your way and look out for number one?!
[His voice pitches upward, tighter and tighter, like he's running out of air, like he's going to choke on the tight ball of emotions thrumming in his chest. And part of him can't even blame Wash for that. Why not look out for number one, after being betrayed and tossed aside? What the fuck is he to Wash? What were any of them to Wash but just pieces on a chessboard? He looks away, stamps a foot, runs a hand over his helmet as if to flatten down hair, and finally looks back again.]
Yes, I know what the word obfuscate means, don't faint.