"Yeah?" God they didn't even get a funeral. None of them. Even the assholes on the front lines, all the canonfodder and drop ships that crashed, every massive swath of debris in space- they got memorials. They got to be remembered.

What's he got? A busted up lighter and a hole in the back of his head where his best friend used to be. Scars on his chest from where he'd been put down and unable to stay down.

if he'd died shit would be so much simpler.

He shakes his head at Wash's apology. "Not your fault."

it's his. If he'd just told her. If he'd just- tried to explain. Showed her what he'd found. Worked her into the plan. Maybe-

No. That's not gonna help.

"You know me. Always supportive."