"Thought it might."

There's a flicker of the grim satisfaction of a man who has just burned a building down to prove a point. He got through, but at what cost?

Still, he shifts a little. He loosens up in the set of his shoulders, the face, the jaw. Like he was preparing to defy a challenge that didn't come.

War crimes. A failed project that got most of its agents killed.

"What did they do to you?" he asks.

It's Wash's turn to put down a card in this awful game they're playing.