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[Wash appears on the screen, grudgingly out of armour, his face drawn and pinched around the mouth. He looks exhausted, eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion. Arriving here is just one more thing that seems specifically designed to fuck up his life.]

My name is Ag- [No, he's not Agent Washington anymore is he? He's not with the UNSC. He's not with project Freelancer. He's not anything.] My name is Washington.

They said that- [He can't believe he's saying this. His life is a fucking joke and his death will probably be the punchline. Until then, he is stuck dealing with this shit. Assuming he hasn't snapped altogether. That's also a possibility.]

They said that I have been sucked in through some kind of bullshit dimension hopping. [Yes, his teeth are gritted as he says it.] I'm looking for anyone who knows what the UNSC is.

[It's not that he wants to find anyone from home. There's no-one he cares for left alive and even then... well, he tries not to think about them too much. But he just needs someone to remind him that that wasn't all fictional.]

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[Wash gives a startled tilt of his head.]

What?

I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. That I didn't come back for you.

[The apology rather takes the wind from his sails. He's been angry for so long with no hope of resolution, and now that he can actually face one of the people he's angry at... York just apologises.

He's not really sure what to do with that.]

They locked me up. For months.

[ York can't read Wash's tone, or see his face to know how he's taking this. It makes it harder, somehow. ]

I know. I found out, I mean, since I was tapped into their intel, and I thought about going back a million times... but it was just me and D. I'm sorry. It's no excuse.

[He doesn't know what to do with this information. It's one thing to think that's probably what happened, at least in his better moments, but it's altogether different to hear it from York's mouth.

He grits his teeth, hands clenching for a moment.]

That's okay. I always knew I wasn't anyone's priority.

[ Well that stings. ]

Guess I could have gone ahead and gotten myself killed. Since it happened anyway, right?

[He flinches at that. That wasn't what he meant but at the same time... it's so hard to let go of all those feelings.

He lets out a slow breath.]

I was in the med bay when you and Tex attacked the ship. North was right there in the room and he- No-one came back for me.

We all had to run. I never saw anyone but Tex again. I really am sorry, though. For what it's worth, what they did to you was a big part of why I decided to defect.

Guess we all should have realised sooner.

...come on. Have dinner with me.

[ He sits down in front of his own plate, picking up a fork and smiling, just the tiniest bit. ]

You don't still eat in your helmet, do you?

[It's a dumb joke and it fucking hurts. It had been an easier time when he thought he understood how things worked.]

Sometimes. Not gonna take my helmet off more than necessary when the Meta is right there.

[Still... he looks down at the food and after a moment pulls off his helmet and sets it aside.]

[ York blinks, the gratitude at Wash trusting him enough to lose the helmet turning to cold dread. ]

...the Meta's right where now?

With me.

[He hesitates, realising why York might be concerned.]

Not here. Back at home.

...you're working with the thing that killed Maine. That tried to kill Carolina, and has been chasing me and North. You trust it?

Of course I don't fucking trust it. It tried to kill me. A few times.

Then why?

I needed the backup.

For what? Isn't there anyone else?

I made a deal. I deliver Epsilon to the Oversight Committee, I get let out of prison and they clear my record.

...why are you in prison?

[ And why didn't Wash answer him? Is there really no one else he could go to? York knows he's dead. But everyone? That's... not.... he swallows hard, realizing exactly what that means. ]

[His gaze flicks over to York and he takes another bite of food and chews and swallows before replying.]

'cause I broke into Freelancer HQ and set off an EMP and apparently destroying a whole load of top secret military hardware is something that's frowned on.

Oh.

Well fuck them.

[ His mind is clearly elsewhere right now, though. His hand is shaking a little and he sets down his fork. ]

I intend to make sure they're brought down. That's why I need Epsilon.

What's your plan?

I'm gonna take Epsilon to the Chairman. Epsilon has all the evidence they need.

[Except... Well, he doesn't know if it's salvageable now. He doesn't know if he's going to survive.]

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