"Of course I don't want anything to happen to you," Wash says. He sighs and reaches up to pull his helmet off. "I just don't trust myself. I don't trust my own thoughts or instincts." He didn't trust himself to do the right thing, or to even know what the right thing was. He'd struggled hard enough to not shoot York back in the base. How did you work through that stuff?

Carolina smiles slightly at him, raises a hand to squeeze York's fingers.