Wash lets out a hiss at that. The thought gives him a chill. "Yeah. He would've. His own personal monster." He hopes that Maine had been dead before he became that thing completely. That the AIs had burnt him out. It would have been kinder that way.

York lets go of him and that makes everything suddenly awkward. And cold now he's out of the shower. He turns back round and clears his throat, looking anywhere but at York. "Yeah. Got them to put a bunk into one of the extra storage rooms that've been cleared out. Not spacious but private and we're used to not spacious."