He thinks about grabbing York, stopping him however he can. Doesn't. Lets him walk away. Should have let him walk away yesterday in the canyon. Should have ignored him, pretended to himself that it was just some asshole in a stolen suit. It might be York, but York is someone he knew in a different life. He has to remember that.

He doesn't head back to the base. There's a Fed outpost a few miles away. Small, insignificant really. They're trying to spy and failing but that's still a liability. What if they notice something out of the ordinary?

That won't be a problem anymore.

When he heads back to the base it's with a pack full of ammo and whatever he could salvage from the outpost while still destroying most of their tech and records. The rebels are so excited when he dumps it off at the armoury. They really are kids and not a one of them has ever considered that they're being played. Oh no, Agent Washington always comes through for them in the direst moments. It's pathetic.

It's easier to be aloof now he isn't interacting with York, even down to taking his rations out back to his bunk, picking at them between practising knife tricks that Connie had taught him once upon a time.