I never said I wouldn't fight for them -- I'm surprised the Cetagandans haven't asked us to. [ A sigh, tired, always tired, shifting his shoulders against the wall behind him. ] I just intend to keep my priorities in mind.

[ Wash's priorities are York and Maine. That's all it'll come down to. He'll do what it takes, whether it means fighting for the Cetagandans or the Barrayans, but whatever the hell happened here he has a chance he never thought he had. A chance to protect people he's failed.

He won't fuck it up. ]

We spoke at the party -- she showed me how to hold a sword. [ A slight, amused huff -- he'd still been dressed in his robes, and well, it hadn't gone all that well, but it was a welcome break from the pomp of the occasion. ] I've been keeping an eye on her since the interrogation, and she seems to be taking care of herself fine, but something's. Clearly wrong. Let me know what you find out.

[ A low sound, drumming his fingers against his arms -- in his mind the gears are already turning, trying to plot a route through the base as best as they can, knowing they'd need to navigate the grounds completely unarmed . . . But they have some time to work that out. There's other things, too. ]

We can figure out the plan once we know how well she is.

[ Pushing himself away from the wall -- and reaching out to clasp a hand over York's shoulder. ]

There's other things we should be talking about.