[ Ah, that's -- that is obvious, a clear line to draw, but Wash hadn't been expecting it, still. He inhales sharply, his eyes flickering open only when he feels that touch, obviously tense for a moment before he forces himself to relax. Breathe out, breathe in again. A slight shake of his head. ]
I don't let it. I can't let it. [ He wouldn't be here, if he did. Sheer force of will keeping himself together. It got easier, over time, learning to separate his thoughts from the echoes, but the echoes are still there. ]
What they did to him, Miles. [ His expression is calm enough, here, only because of the distance he needs to put between himself and the memory to talk about it. The pain of it is evident in his eyes. In the way his voice wavers. ] Made him try over and over again to save her.
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I don't let it. I can't let it. [ He wouldn't be here, if he did. Sheer force of will keeping himself together. It got easier, over time, learning to separate his thoughts from the echoes, but the echoes are still there. ]
What they did to him, Miles. [ His expression is calm enough, here, only because of the distance he needs to put between himself and the memory to talk about it. The pain of it is evident in his eyes. In the way his voice wavers. ] Made him try over and over again to save her.
[ And of course, he'd never succeeded. ]