[ Was she ever really a friend, a sister? Wash still wonders, but he's never going to get an answer out of her. Part of him loves her, still, how could he not, with all the time they spent fighting at each other's sides, but how much was that really worth when in the end she'd found it worthwhile to turn on him, on North, on all of them? He wishes he understood. Though he's not sure that would've made it any better.

A quiet sigh. ] I don't know if she ever was.

[ But moving on. ]

I trusted him too, you know. [ Wash had been right there with when they'd first met Felix, after all, and he'd be the one that Felix had saved from sniper fire. ] I should definitely have known better.

[ Because Tucker, Tucker isn't much of a liar. He wears his heart on his sleeve, he always has, but Wash, Wash lived and breathed a lie for years of his life, knows what it is to hide behind a mask or two or three. Tucker would never have been able to see through it, but Wash should've fucking known better. He should've seen through it. He'd grown soft, in his time with the Reds and Blues. Learning to trust people again . . . Learning to trust too much. ]

And maybe, maybe we both should have known better. But Tucker, this was his job and he was damned good at what he did. It wasn't just you, or me, or our team. Did you forget he managed to lie to basically an entire planet? That for god knows how long, he was lying to Kimball?