"I know. Trust me, I'm disappointed too." It's so fucking easy. It's so fucking painfully easy, and he waits for some part of him to stir with an echo of pity, of guilt, of regret. It doesn't come, so he simply cocks his head to one side and watches the Director go down with less control than he's ever seen him exhibit. Even in his anger, he'd had a force, a purpose, a directness to cycle that frustration into something he could view as constructive.

Omega burned hot in his soul. One of the first pieces to break away, storming and seething. So very, very fucking close to his heart.

"I guess that would have been too easy," says Wash, and behind the golden band of his visor, he doesn't blink. "For both of us."