Just like any other bully, like any other dumb kid -- he didn't even do that much. Never hit me or anything. [ Which in hindsight, was probably a very, very good thing. ] I was fine, though -- never said anything, never did anything. He stopped after a while.

I fucking hated him.

[ And for a guy talking about a childhood bully thirty years later, there is a surprising amount of venom, in his voice. Wash had a long memory long before Epsilon. ]