Training. That makes sense. Training has filled their lives ever since the Project, and Control had put them through their paces, preparing them for... well, for this. Wash looks distinctly uncomfortable when York mentions a doctor though. Can't hide the kneejerk reaction and memory of the doctors who'd treated him after Epsilon, or the ones in Charon's employ.
"It was nothing," Wash says. "Just wires and electrical pulses. It was... for my own good."
He hates the words as soon as they're out of his mouth, frustration pricking. And thankfully York gives him something else to think about when he speaks.
The boss. He's the boss. He wants to protest, because Carolina has always been the boss. But then he glances over towards the suit of armour and that... that relaxes him somehow. York has the armour. The armour is command. Carolina looks more conflicted.
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"It was nothing," Wash says. "Just wires and electrical pulses. It was... for my own good."
He hates the words as soon as they're out of his mouth, frustration pricking. And thankfully York gives him something else to think about when he speaks.
The boss. He's the boss. He wants to protest, because Carolina has always been the boss. But then he glances over towards the suit of armour and that... that relaxes him somehow. York has the armour. The armour is command. Carolina looks more conflicted.