"No he didn't," Wash replies, voice hardening. "None of them did. I was just a merc to them. A means to an end. I never got close to them on purpose." Didn't want to get attached. Didn't want to feel anything. He sighs, stares down at the bedcover. "And what would you do if I agreed? Said that, I dunno, they have a padded room waiting for me if I fuck up?" There's no way out of this.

His eyes narrow. "If he tries anything, I'll kill him. Or you can. Either way."