[Oh, Tucker knows about responsibility: one doesn't become a surprise single parent without suddenly learning it. One didn't lead an army of misfits to a war - and some to their deaths - without learning it. One didn't come here without being burdened by it. He just tried to push it away every chance he got, raging against it, kicking and screaming if he could.

There was a roll of his eyes again, mostly because throwing up his hands hurt too much, and he sagged against the cot.] If it was up to me, I'd say fuck it to this whole thing, go live in the village, and try to protect them. They're the ones getting screwed in this whole deal more than anyone else.

[But Tucker didn't quit. Tucker didn't walk away even if he wanted to a million times over, and they both knew that. Stubbornness had its drawbacks. Tired, the fight edged out of him and he sagged against the pillow. What bullshit.]

Fine. I'll be a model fucking soldier. Whatever, Wash. W-the-fuck-ever.