Wash doesn't voice it, but his expression hardens a little at the mention of the Cetagandan Empire as being in control of multiple planets -- and having dealings everywhere, that's a specific word. So not only has he been thrown into some military base with a research and development arm, it's apparently an outpost of what sounded like a pretty powerful galactic empire. Great.
Earth Common Era, though, that's something he knows. "Earth Common Era, huh? We can go off that -- the year's 2556 CE, as far as I know, and apparently I'm off by a couple of centuries."
So this -- is most likely real. This is something that's actually happening, and Wash is doing his best to ignore that voice at the back of his mind, the incessant but what if, but what if that still doubts he's at all sane. He's spoken to a few other people, and this is incredibly unlikely, but it seems to make sense. He drums his fingers against his arm.
"Do wormholes usually move through time and space, for you?" 'Cause there's sure as hell not how they work back home. In the past. Or in a separate reality. Who even knows.
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Earth Common Era, though, that's something he knows. "Earth Common Era, huh? We can go off that -- the year's 2556 CE, as far as I know, and apparently I'm off by a couple of centuries."
So this -- is most likely real. This is something that's actually happening, and Wash is doing his best to ignore that voice at the back of his mind, the incessant but what if, but what if that still doubts he's at all sane. He's spoken to a few other people, and this is incredibly unlikely, but it seems to make sense. He drums his fingers against his arm.
"Do wormholes usually move through time and space, for you?" 'Cause there's sure as hell not how they work back home. In the past. Or in a separate reality. Who even knows.