He has to play the recording twice more- the first bit about the project has his ears ringing and all he can see, all he can hear is how it's still fucking everything up. How it's STILL twisting up the lives of those that survived it. How it's still got it's claws deep in people that should be able to go home.
The second time all he can hear is he got duped. Again. By someone he trusted- those times David had been on his own, 'calling in?' Wasn't calling Kimball. He'd been playing this angle and of fucking course he'd been shooting to kill. Of fucking course he wasn't teaching the kids to fight properly. Of course he'd been anxious about him actually managing to teach them something, about humanizing them about BEING here.
He loses a little time, then. Staring at the last image of Wash, tired and calm and resigned. Considers the data that he's got left on the chip. Remembers the last time someone he cared about, someone he trusted pulled this shit and-
it's exhausting. it's frustrating. Everything he worked for, everything he put behind him and put to rest shoots up through him like sparks to old embers and all he can do is cling to the tablet with trembling hands, white knuckled and jaw locked as he listens one last time. And plans.
Suits up. Reports to Kimball. Requests Wash be left to him. They know where the Fed commander is- the capitol. And if anyone can get in, can get WORD to him, can prove this shit? it's York. That makes it a solo op. Wash can handle his shit on his own for the moment- the radio tower is the second stop. Doesn't think about Carolina alive. Doesn't think about Wash falling out because of- what? Three days? A few good nights in the sack? A fucking sentiment that didn't mean a goddamn thing when he'd been rolling right along with a plan to wipe out an entire FUCKING planet? Anger runs hot and gives him focus. Getting into Armonia doesn't take near as long as expected.
Getting to Doyle to provide a copy of the data Wash left him? Cake. Waking him up after he faints- well. That takes a bit.
Data offered, diplomacy extended, a truce- a shakey one kept way, WAY the fuck on the down low and god help him if Kimball goes back on it and kills the man, all of that squared away- he grabs a pelican from Armonia and flies his ass to the radio tower. Because he's got an appointment with two old friends. And for once he's not going to go in expecting things to end well.
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The second time all he can hear is he got duped. Again. By someone he trusted- those times David had been on his own, 'calling in?' Wasn't calling Kimball. He'd been playing this angle and of fucking course he'd been shooting to kill. Of fucking course he wasn't teaching the kids to fight properly. Of course he'd been anxious about him actually managing to teach them something, about humanizing them about BEING here.
He loses a little time, then. Staring at the last image of Wash, tired and calm and resigned. Considers the data that he's got left on the chip. Remembers the last time someone he cared about, someone he trusted pulled this shit and-
it's exhausting. it's frustrating. Everything he worked for, everything he put behind him and put to rest shoots up through him like sparks to old embers and all he can do is cling to the tablet with trembling hands, white knuckled and jaw locked as he listens one last time. And plans.
Suits up. Reports to Kimball. Requests Wash be left to him. They know where the Fed commander is- the capitol. And if anyone can get in, can get WORD to him, can prove this shit? it's York. That makes it a solo op. Wash can handle his shit on his own for the moment- the radio tower is the second stop. Doesn't think about Carolina alive. Doesn't think about Wash falling out because of- what? Three days? A few good nights in the sack? A fucking sentiment that didn't mean a goddamn thing when he'd been rolling right along with a plan to wipe out an entire FUCKING planet? Anger runs hot and gives him focus. Getting into Armonia doesn't take near as long as expected.
Getting to Doyle to provide a copy of the data Wash left him? Cake. Waking him up after he faints- well. That takes a bit.
Data offered, diplomacy extended, a truce- a shakey one kept way, WAY the fuck on the down low and god help him if Kimball goes back on it and kills the man, all of that squared away- he grabs a pelican from Armonia and flies his ass to the radio tower. Because he's got an appointment with two old friends. And for once he's not going to go in expecting things to end well.