[ York's back straightens and his eyes go wide, a feeling he can't name rising up and quashing the sickening mix of rage and misery he'd been choking on. All the hope he'd ever had, justified, but that's not... he shakes his head. ]
I looked. I monitored every communication. I--
[ But Wash wouldn't lie to him. It had to be true. She was alive. She was alive and she'd hidden from him. He pulls away from Wash's hand, jaw working, trying to figure out what the hell to make of that. Maybe she'd never forgiven him for what she saw as a betrayal. ]
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I looked. I monitored every communication. I--
[ But Wash wouldn't lie to him. It had to be true. She was alive. She was alive and she'd hidden from him. He pulls away from Wash's hand, jaw working, trying to figure out what the hell to make of that. Maybe she'd never forgiven him for what she saw as a betrayal. ]
She found you? She's really okay?