Part of him really wants to punch him for overreacting this badly. It's been years. Did he really think that things would stay the same? That Wash would blithely go through life not getting hurt? At the same time... it's nice having someone worry about him like this. Someone who can be shocked at what he's become and not just accept that he's a monster.

He reaches back to the scar at his neck, the weird lines that might be pretty if they weren't seared into his flesh. "Epsilon. The second time. It burnt itself out and took me along for the ride. Left me with this as a memento. The rest are... brawls some of them, because at least it felt like something. And Mercenary work isn't safe. And The Director he- they wanted to know what I knew, what Epsilon had told me. They got creative and even with medical it didn't all heal up right." They'd been trying to break him down, see if there was something they could salvage of their precious project, and make sure Wash couldn't bring them down.