[ Wash does occasionally sound like a Hallmark card and he knows it, so he'll give you that much. You're not getting away from the knives any time soon, though, since this is Wash we're talking about and he always has at least one hidden somewhere on his person ( and he'd have a lot more, if not for how lacking the armory is ), not to mention the one still in his hand.

He spins it, as they walk, not flashy, just a simple idle motion to keep his hand busy. And he does, in fact, make a bit of a face when Tucker says that Caboose mentioned her. Well. Okay. He guesses that would be the person who'd probably know the most about it to share, anyway. ]

Not the point, Tucker. [ Besides, murder is an official Freelancer pasttime! ] The point is, she's -- she was a friend. A good friend.

I fought beside her for years. Laughed with her, got laughed at by her. She was family, as much as anyone else there was. She was like a sister to me. [ And he killed her. Hopefully Tucker doesn't think quite so poorly of him as to think he'd kill her without reason, but if he does, well, maybe Wash can't exactly blame him. His voice is calm enough, but there's some tension to it, subtle, only noticeable if someone who knows him well enough is listening for it. Still spinning the knife. It helps him focus. ] And when she turned on us, I was the one who killed her.

[ Simplifying, a little, but Wash really doesn't see the need to go into the details. ]