"Heard rumors awhile ago that CT had been spotted but- it was just some jackass in her armor. She died on the oil rig." Because of Tex. Because of Omega. Because of the fucking director. One breath, three, and he pushes past it all and past Wash, bumping him with his elbow to get him to move again.

"Better Lucky than good, right? And we've always been lucky bastards." Despite all evidence to the contrary. "C'mon. Sit. eat. Gotta have lunch before you get dessert."