We'd meant to escape with just her, but there was someone else captured, a companion of hers. [ Or something. He doesn't know why Lakshmi was insistent on saving Daryl as well, but there hadn't been time in the moment to question it, and he'd proved more than useful and capable on the way here. ] Broke him out as well, but it threw us off by a few minutes . . .

[ He shook his head. The few minutes hadn't helped, certainly, but Daryl wasn't why they didn't make it out. It was luck. Just a slip, just someone walking through a corridor on the way to the goddamn bathroom or something instead of on their patrol routes. ]

We were unlucky. It didn't matter how well we understood the patrols when there was just someone who decided to walk a different way. The others got left behind, in the fight that followed. [ God. He should never have left. He had to leave, he knows that, he understood that, he had to see Lakshmi and Daryl to safety, but he should never have left. Wash's expression is calm enough, unreadable. The only real sign of just how unhappy he might be about the outcome of the escape is the way he still isn't meeting Duv's eye when he talks about it. ] I don't imagine the Cetagandans are treating them kindly.