[Stop spewing logic, Wash. Just stop it, because he wanted nothing more to run off and raise hell, yet all the urges were cornered, tempered by a few smart words. Emotions moved from Overdrive down to Park, leaving him standing there, staring.

It annoyed him in the same way that it used to when Wash helped him become a better soldier against his will.]

Fine. [And it was ground out between his teeth, pissed. So pissed without an outlet, and it was sometimes so easy for Tucker to just drown in his emotions, good or bad. This was one of those times.] I'm gonna go get it over with, okay? If you don't see me by tomorrow, assume Piotr had me beheaded or some shit.

[He's only half-kidding.]