[ Of course it wasn't about being a hero. Wash has heard the way Tucker talks about her. He knows this is more than that.
God, he can barely stop his hands from shaking. Sonia. They took Sonia. He'd known it was going to happen sooner or later, an attempt, she was a princess, the General's sister-in-law, daughter of a prince that Wash understands is also of high standing, she was always going to have a target painted on her back. Wash curses under his breath, grabs one of Tucker's arms and pins it behind his back, not enough to hurt or be uncomfortable, just enough to hold it in place -- partially to keep him down, and mostly to keep himself from shaking. Fuck. He should have been there. ]
You didn't let her get taken. She was taken.
[ He's not yelling anymore, calmer, now, but only because he's forcing himself to focus, breathe in, breathe out. Focus on this. Talk Tucker down, you can't let him run off like this, David, you can't let him, you should have been there for her you should have been there for her you've never fucking there when they need you, are you, how can you even call yourself anything but --
Breathe in. Breathe out. Tucker needs him right now. At the very least after all these years Wash has learned to ignore the voice at the back of his head. ]
You're not the only person here who cares about her. I care about her. Carolina cares about her. The General, her sister, this entire fucking camp cares about her. [ Squeezing his hand over his arm. ] You aren't going to get anything done charging off alone to a fully armed military base of thousands of soldiers, except get yourself killed.
We can help her. We can all help her. [ Relenting with his grip, slightly. ] So please, Tucker. Tell me what happened.
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God, he can barely stop his hands from shaking. Sonia. They took Sonia. He'd known it was going to happen sooner or later, an attempt, she was a princess, the General's sister-in-law, daughter of a prince that Wash understands is also of high standing, she was always going to have a target painted on her back. Wash curses under his breath, grabs one of Tucker's arms and pins it behind his back, not enough to hurt or be uncomfortable, just enough to hold it in place -- partially to keep him down, and mostly to keep himself from shaking. Fuck. He should have been there. ]
You didn't let her get taken. She was taken.
[ He's not yelling anymore, calmer, now, but only because he's forcing himself to focus, breathe in, breathe out. Focus on this. Talk Tucker down, you can't let him run off like this, David, you can't let him, you should have been there for her you should have been there for her you've never fucking there when they need you, are you, how can you even call yourself anything but --
Breathe in. Breathe out. Tucker needs him right now. At the very least after all these years Wash has learned to ignore the voice at the back of his head. ]
You're not the only person here who cares about her. I care about her. Carolina cares about her. The General, her sister, this entire fucking camp cares about her. [ Squeezing his hand over his arm. ] You aren't going to get anything done charging off alone to a fully armed military base of thousands of soldiers, except get yourself killed.
We can help her. We can all help her. [ Relenting with his grip, slightly. ] So please, Tucker. Tell me what happened.