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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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[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.]

[ York nods, the plan's as good as any other. Except he knows it doesn't work, since Epsilon is with Carolina. He doesn't tell Wash that. Lets his silence seem like it's part of his distraction. ]

Sorry, I need to ask. What happened to the others?

[Wash blinks and looks over at him warily, like he's expecting some sort of trick.]

The others? There aren't any others.

Yeah, I figured that out. How did they die?

...fuck it, I don't care about most of them. How did North die? And Wyoming, that son of a bitch.

Oh.

[Well, why didn't he ask that first?]

I don't know about Wyoming actually. I know that the Meta had his pain in the ass time distortion unit.

North... The Meta got him. According to Delta South set him up to be killed. I don't know the details.

[ York's expression falls further, until he hears Delta and South mentioned together. ]

South had Delta? Is he okay? I figured when I died...

[ It's then that Delta appears over York's shoulder. Just listening for now. ]

It's... complicated. I took Delta when I- anyway. I rescued South before I knew. I gave Delta to her because...

And then she shot me in the back and-

[He sees Delta and jerks back, staring at him.]

[ Oh. York scowls. He'd never liked South, it's hate now that she had a hand in killing North and shot Wash and-- ]

D, you don't need to hear this.

I would like to stay. Please do not make me log off.

...okay. Wash?

[He eyes the AI warily but then nods.]

Sure. He'll get it from you anyway I guess.

What happened?

She shot me in the back and ran off with Delta.

You know fucking much physical therapy and surgery it takes to recover from getting shot in the back?

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