[ There's a flicker of something odd in Maine's expression. Something like discomfort, or maybe even uncertainty. He remembers this. He remembers his teammates caring about each other. Remembers when he cared about them. And he remembers when it all burned away in the wake of cutthroat competition. He remembers when Sigma became his only partner.
The thing is, neither set of memories feels more recent than the other. The times collide in his head. Wash's acknowledgment feels both bizarre and perfectly natural, and Maine doesn't know what to do with it.
In the end, Maine shrugs again. Types out two words: ]
My job.
[ Then, seeking to push forward (always forward), he points at Wash and gives a thumbs up, then tilts his head slightly: "you good?" ]
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The thing is, neither set of memories feels more recent than the other. The times collide in his head. Wash's acknowledgment feels both bizarre and perfectly natural, and Maine doesn't know what to do with it.
In the end, Maine shrugs again. Types out two words: ]
My job.
[ Then, seeking to push forward (always forward), he points at Wash and gives a thumbs up, then tilts his head slightly: "you good?" ]