...You're supposed to be dead.

[It's not even an accusation, or a threat, and while it's angry, it's just...a statement of fact. Confusion, but fact.]

That was the plan. I wanted to find out for sure what--what I was, and you wanted to take care of your buddy the Meta, and we wanted to give the guys time to take Epsilon and get it somewhere safe, and neither one of us was supposed to get out of that alive, Wash. That was the plan. How do you fuck up something like dying?

Y'know, if you're not me, who can't die.