[ Never going home, and ensuring they don't either. That might be more difficult. For Wash, at least, it helps that he doesn't really have a home.
Carolina seems to be from near his own time, but not exactly -- he's yet to really figure it out, has been careful with it. York knows in pieces, knows most of it but not all of it, and god he wishes there'd been a better person to tell him about it than he. And Maine. Maine knows nothing. ]
In bits and pieces. [ He owes York the full truth, and that's part of why him being left with the Cetagandans hurts so damned deeply. Wash looks back at him, his expression grim. ] Not Maine.
[ Implicit, but clear, he'd really rather you not breathe a word of it to any of them, but especially Maine. ]
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Carolina seems to be from near his own time, but not exactly -- he's yet to really figure it out, has been careful with it. York knows in pieces, knows most of it but not all of it, and god he wishes there'd been a better person to tell him about it than he. And Maine. Maine knows nothing. ]
In bits and pieces. [ He owes York the full truth, and that's part of why him being left with the Cetagandans hurts so damned deeply. Wash looks back at him, his expression grim. ] Not Maine.
[ Implicit, but clear, he'd really rather you not breathe a word of it to any of them, but especially Maine. ]