"Not much," Wash says, shrugging. "I don't even know why I got picked up for the project honestly. Beat being cannon fodder." Out on the front lines. Serve your people, make them proud. His younger self had been an idiot who believed in that stuff. "It's just pretty words and a nice sentiment."

He sort of wishes he could think more of it, believe it a little. But they've got a population to kill. It just doesn't fit with the ethos.

He waves a hand in response and leaves York to pack up. Goes to check the perimeter and, well, report in.

"It's him. It's York."

The silence tells him enough. Carolina isn't happy. About as happy as him.

"Keep him occupied. I'll figure this out." That's the response. She's better at the stone cold thing than she had been back then.

Wash signs off, heads back to York. "You ready?"