[ Wash closes his eyes a little as he listens, but he nods as he does, just to make it clear that he's still hearing him. It's just to think, to focus, to clear his thoughts a little. His parents having him moved to a uterine replicator, at least he already knows what that is, his grandfather trying to kill him, he knew that already but there's so much more weight to it now than when he first heard it. And then kidnapped. He doesn't know who this Pretender is, he can guess a little, but he won't ask, it's a little besides the point.
What had he said to Tucker when they came back from that disaster of a raid? He's been dealing with this shit all his life. Seems that had been understated, even.
When he does open his eyes again, his expression is soft. He remembers this feeling, the last time he had it with Miles, when he'd told him about the massacre, about his father barely surviving. Miles had seemed improbable before that, even more so then. Even more so now. All the more valuable, then. All the more grateful Wash is to have found a friend in him. ]
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What had he said to Tucker when they came back from that disaster of a raid? He's been dealing with this shit all his life. Seems that had been understated, even.
When he does open his eyes again, his expression is soft. He remembers this feeling, the last time he had it with Miles, when he'd told him about the massacre, about his father barely surviving. Miles had seemed improbable before that, even more so then. Even more so now. All the more valuable, then. All the more grateful Wash is to have found a friend in him. ]
Anything else? [ He's listening. ]