He's glad that York can't see the surprise when he puts the sidearm away, the moment of confusion when York doesn't just shoot, even after Wash had been shooting at him. That's how it works these days. You find your target, you kill them. York though, he remembers that York hadn't been like that. Somehow he still isn't.

He thinks about it for a moment, genuinely questioning himself. He has knives that are easy enough to reach if he wanted to carve York up. He's got a sidearm and his rifle.

But that hadn't been the plan, and that black rage fuelling him has gone for now.

"No. I'm not getting paid enough to deal with this."