He's happy enough to let York pull away. Better not to get close. He recognises the change in the way he speaks, the tempo and tone of it. Delta. He wonders, if Epsilon had stayed with him, would he have ended up here? Or would he have got out along with them?

He swallows and nods. "Must be nice, feeling complete. You never know, you might have company soon."

"Leave him, Wash," Carolina says. "We'll talk to Control. Find out what they want us to do."

"Yes sir."

And then York is left alone, the door locked behind them.