[He gets a faint sinking feeling in his stomach, seeing that look cross York's face, knowing it would be hard on the guy to hear what happened to Delta. He'd never managed to understand himself what the bond between the freelancer and AI was like, but he did know that they'd cared for each other. ...Or, they still do, given they're both here now, but whatever the case, he figures it's still probably a hard thing to hear.
A sideways glance is cast to the hand on his shoulder, and when he looks back to meet York's gaze, Wash purses his lips. He must have done everything he could? Well, no. Not exactly. He could have implanted Delta himself instead of giving him to Caboose to look after. If he had, the AI may have remained safe. But he hadn't. ...He couldn't.
Except, he's not really sure he wants to tell York that.]
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A sideways glance is cast to the hand on his shoulder, and when he looks back to meet York's gaze, Wash purses his lips. He must have done everything he could? Well, no. Not exactly. He could have implanted Delta himself instead of giving him to Caboose to look after. If he had, the AI may have remained safe. But he hadn't. ...He couldn't.
Except, he's not really sure he wants to tell York that.]
...Yeah. Or, I tried.