Even if she can't quite look him in the eye, her stare strange and unfocused, the words coil somewhere beneath his sternum, couched between the pressure of a demolition config helmet being shoved roughly into his hands, the cerulean glow of names lit up in sequence glinting off the brown streak of her hair. The pitch and cadence of her voice had been clipped and cold, simmering with resentment, even if he can't quite remember why. Is he in the right head? The right memory?
Wash manages an uneasy laugh, a hitch and drag that catches in his throat.
"That makes one of us. I, uh. Don't really know if I trust me right now."
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Even if she can't quite look him in the eye, her stare strange and unfocused, the words coil somewhere beneath his sternum, couched between the pressure of a demolition config helmet being shoved roughly into his hands, the cerulean glow of names lit up in sequence glinting off the brown streak of her hair. The pitch and cadence of her voice had been clipped and cold, simmering with resentment, even if he can't quite remember why. Is he in the right head? The right memory?
Wash manages an uneasy laugh, a hitch and drag that catches in his throat.
"That makes one of us. I, uh. Don't really know if I trust me right now."