[For a second, there was a flicker of betrayal, some deep seeded hurt even if he knew it was coming; how dare Wash wouldn't let him go after everything Tucker had done to ensure he could go. All the restraint. All the helping. All the behaving.
And Wash wouldn't vouch for him in the end? Fuck you.
Liability. He wasn't wrong, but it hurt, burned because he should be there. He should be helping. He should be saving her, dammit.]
Fuck that. [Because he was mad, bitter, angry over the situation, over this bullshit, over his own accident.] If we were back home and it was us, it was the Reds and the Blues, you'd let me go!
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And Wash wouldn't vouch for him in the end? Fuck you.
Liability. He wasn't wrong, but it hurt, burned because he should be there. He should be helping. He should be saving her, dammit.]
Fuck that. [Because he was mad, bitter, angry over the situation, over this bullshit, over his own accident.] If we were back home and it was us, it was the Reds and the Blues, you'd let me go!