He should have kept looking. Claire fell, claire died but he never had word til that goddamn certificate popped up. He had Delta. He could've broken in, found him, fixed this. And he'd run. He'd saved his own skin and every fucking scar he's going to burn into his brain.

Because he did this. When he took Tex's side, when he let them fall, when he crashed the ship- he did this. He might not have set off Maine. He might not have made Epsilon crazy.

But them, all of them, got hurt, got killed, and it's on. Him.

Hands that are usually rock-steady tremble as they reach out to trace the lines from the implation site. Follow them to the line of Wash's shoulder and nevermind the fact that they're both half naked- he tugs the kid into a hug. Squeezes him tight. "...I'm sorry. I'm so- fucking sorry."