[ He's sat with his men before after losses, with Tucker and Caboose after the sharp loss of Church. Wash doesn't think he was ever particularly good, with this, but he tries, he has to try, and he can only hope that he's not -- making it worse. He thumbs away some of those tears, ends up lifting his other hand, cradling his face between them. ]
We have to. [ Even with the smooth glass of what used to be someone's home gleaming in the flames. Even as the news keeps coming, another colony, and then another. Always, always fight. But it's all platitudes, isn't it. All empty and hollow, in the face of the loss, millions dead in a flash of light that's still gleaming in the sky. ]
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We have to. [ Even with the smooth glass of what used to be someone's home gleaming in the flames. Even as the news keeps coming, another colony, and then another. Always, always fight. But it's all platitudes, isn't it. All empty and hollow, in the face of the loss, millions dead in a flash of light that's still gleaming in the sky. ]