[ He nods, lifting a hand to his brow, pinching at the bridge of his nose -- a sigh. He's tired. He's always tired.
Wash drops his hand, looks back at Duv, more critically, now. He seems -- well. Well enough, at least, but it's different knowing for certain that he's on the other end of torture ( and he's met Piotr, has a feeling that he might know just how far a man like that might go ). And fairly recently, too. He'd say something about that, tell him he looks like he handled himself well, but. He decides against it. ]
And you still mean to help them. [ Not a judgment, just -- an observation. Torture may have been where he drew the line, with his loyalties. Among other things. ]
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Wash drops his hand, looks back at Duv, more critically, now. He seems -- well. Well enough, at least, but it's different knowing for certain that he's on the other end of torture ( and he's met Piotr, has a feeling that he might know just how far a man like that might go ). And fairly recently, too. He'd say something about that, tell him he looks like he handled himself well, but. He decides against it. ]
And you still mean to help them. [ Not a judgment, just -- an observation. Torture may have been where he drew the line, with his loyalties. Among other things. ]