There was no time. [ Wash can't quite tear his eyes from the light, either. He's seen worse, technically, but. That doesn't ever make it any easier. ] There was only so much any of us could do.
Help me with them?
[ The horses, he means. Something to do, anything to do, that's what Wash does sometimes to distract himself and calm his thoughts, would that help? God, all those people. His voice is wavering slightly. ]
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Help me with them?
[ The horses, he means. Something to do, anything to do, that's what Wash does sometimes to distract himself and calm his thoughts, would that help? God, all those people. His voice is wavering slightly. ]