"They called a lot of things stupid. Now it's the stuff they all want to claim is the best of humanity," Wash replies, that bitterness back in his voice. Suddenly qualities you wanted in a soldier just weren't what you wanted in a neighbour or hell, anywhere near you honestly.

Kimball is waiting and she looks relieved when he returns.

"Hey. Brought someone to see you. Old friend of mine. Agent York."

"Another Freelancer? Is he-"

She sounds so hopeful.