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"This ends badly." What this is- he can't remember. But there feels like a pinch or something in his shoulder and that- no. Not doing this again, he doesn't know what THIS is but once was enough. He starts walking back to the house but he can't find it with all the rain but it doesn't matter. All that matters is getting away. As far away as possible.
"What ends badly?" Wash asks, glancing back over his shoulder at the advancing figure. The rain doesn't feel so good now. It's getting darker, the lightning flashes closer, and he can't see the house. "York! What's going on?"
"This fight-" They fought. They spoke, they fought- he'd fallen. Been shot? He's never seen her on his own though and yet-
How does he know her. how does he know this? They aren't anything to one another, he's an AI. He's Wash's AI, he is meant to protect wash but why can't he remember-
"What fight?" Wash asks. There's a flicker of aqua coloured armour out of the corner of his eye, and he wants to turn to look but York is practically dragging him by now.
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"Wait, is that-"
But York has his hand is telling him to move. "Why?"
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How does he know her. how does he know this? They aren't anything to one another, he's an AI. He's Wash's AI, he is meant to protect wash but why can't he remember-
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