"I don't know, what do you want to know?" Wash gives an exaggerated shrug, suddenly animated. "War's over! We won! No thanks to anything Freelancer did, but I think we both knew that. What else do you want to know? I mean-" He takes a breath, doesn't stop. "Two days ago it took a direct intervention from fucking Master Chief to get you to leave me alone, and now you don't know what to say? What the fuck, York!" It's unfair - it's taking out years of buried and unexpressed emotion on York all at once and expecting him to somehow deal with it - but over the past six or so years, Wash has virtually stopped caring about whether something is fair or not. Getting fucked over for virtually no reason will do that to you.
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"I don't know, what do you want to know?" Wash gives an exaggerated shrug, suddenly animated. "War's over! We won! No thanks to anything Freelancer did, but I think we both knew that. What else do you want to know? I mean-" He takes a breath, doesn't stop. "Two days ago it took a direct intervention from fucking Master Chief to get you to leave me alone, and now you don't know what to say? What the fuck, York!" It's unfair - it's taking out years of buried and unexpressed emotion on York all at once and expecting him to somehow deal with it - but over the past six or so years, Wash has virtually stopped caring about whether something is fair or not. Getting fucked over for virtually no reason will do that to you.