"Seems like it." The last time he heard that particular variant of an Earther accent in real time, it was in the heart of Command. Hearing him order Wash's execution at the hands of the hollowed-out husk of what used to be his best friend. Insisting on calling him Agent Maine, even if all evidence would suggest that Agent Maine hadn't been...home for a long time.

(Until he swapped arms for no reason, no reason at all, lodging a bullet in Wash's sternum with a pistol and not his signature weapon and the memory alone is enough to spool his heart up into his throat so he bites his cheek instead because he has been torn apart by enough memories without this being laid on top of it.)

"How about you go first?"