[Yeah, 'cause he's a Freelancer. Pain's pretty standard. Get an axe to the chest, walk it off. Get a sniper round to the chest, full magazine to the throat, and get launched off a highway by a moving semi? You get better. That's just how the fuck Freelancer operates. You fight until you literally can't anymore, and then they scrape whatever's left together to make sure it keeps fighting.]
[Take that out of the war, and what's left?]
Still isn't great. I mean, without... [A vague gesture at the back of his neck. He's probably feeling that absence, right? Not that Wash can say with any certainty what it's like, not having it, but he remembers the headaches that had Maine reporting to medical. Remembers him clutching his head through his helmet.]
[Remembers watching, hearing, commenting. Not doing something about it.]
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[Yeah, 'cause he's a Freelancer. Pain's pretty standard. Get an axe to the chest, walk it off. Get a sniper round to the chest, full magazine to the throat, and get launched off a highway by a moving semi? You get better. That's just how the fuck Freelancer operates. You fight until you literally can't anymore, and then they scrape whatever's left together to make sure it keeps fighting.]
[Take that out of the war, and what's left?]
Still isn't great. I mean, without... [A vague gesture at the back of his neck. He's probably feeling that absence, right? Not that Wash can say with any certainty what it's like, not having it, but he remembers the headaches that had Maine reporting to medical. Remembers him clutching his head through his helmet.]
[Remembers watching, hearing, commenting. Not doing something about it.]