[ The emotion in his voice still registers to that analytical part of his mind, constantly searching, always searching -- but Wash is ignoring it, right now, focused on this. He latches onto it anyway, because it means there's something real, there. More than loyalty, and most importantly, something true. ]
How is she?
[ He doesn't hide his own concern. He could, if he wanted to, but given the lengths he's just gone through to swear over how much he values her safety, that seems a pointless exercise. There's a real ache, in his voice, an actual pain. ]
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How is she?
[ He doesn't hide his own concern. He could, if he wanted to, but given the lengths he's just gone through to swear over how much he values her safety, that seems a pointless exercise. There's a real ache, in his voice, an actual pain. ]