His dreams aren't always the greatest. He'd seen frontline action even before the project and anyone who'd been there has nightmares. But this one isn't that. There's a broken mirror, and blood and a Wash who looks disturbingly young to be so hard.

He blinks at York for a moment, frowning at the new element to his dream, before he shrugs off that skin and looks mostly like his waking self.

"York? What... what's going on?"