[ He catches that not-quite-apology. His eyes flick downwards to Wash's face, and they stay on it a moment, hard and sharp even in spite of his staggering degree of intoxication. Whatever he finds in there, he's evidently satisfied with; he looks away again. ]

No. That didn't help.

[ He's quiet a moment, then says: ]

My greatest mistake was spending so much time in this camp. It would have been much easier if there were no emotional attachments. But here we are.