There's a weight against York for a moment, Wash pressing up against his back, warm breath against his neck. "Freelancer was the first real home, the first real family I've ever had. And they abandoned and betrayed me. I wake up sometimes and don't even remember who I am, Wash or Alpha. Thy tortured him too you know? And I remember every moment of what they did. So why shouldn't I be loyal to the only person who'd given a damn about me?"