There's information in there that he'll pick apart later - CT's access to files, for one. Epsilon had had those files, and now Wash had them emblazoned in his brain, but he hadn't known CT had pulled them and handed them off to Tex. That explains Tex's change of heart, at least.
Things to consider when he's not burning white-hot with rage.
It's been a long time since he's felt like this - wronged and furious and wanting to lash out, to hurt whomever caused this in him. He'd swallowed that rage before, burned with it enough to formulate an entire ill-conceived revenge plot against what was left of the project. Now, it's hotter, more immediate, and focused on York - York, who'd hurt him in the past, disregarded his wishes a few days ago, and is currently baiting him-
Wash's expression isn't a smirk so much as it is bared teeth, anger and bitterness mostly lacking grace. "You're wrong," he says, flat and level with the edge of a knife being slowly unsheathed, promising pain. "Carolina's alive." It's delicate information for York; had this conversation gone differently, he might have tried to couch it in something gentler, or simply not told York at all.
But the conversation is what it is, and so he uses it like a goddamn battering ram. "Forty-nine agents and the only two left alive are her and me." He pauses for the space of a breath - time enough for that to start to sink in, but not nearly enough to start comprehending the full weight of the information - and continues on. "Looks like you picked the wrong body bag."
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Things to consider when he's not burning white-hot with rage.
It's been a long time since he's felt like this - wronged and furious and wanting to lash out, to hurt whomever caused this in him. He'd swallowed that rage before, burned with it enough to formulate an entire ill-conceived revenge plot against what was left of the project. Now, it's hotter, more immediate, and focused on York - York, who'd hurt him in the past, disregarded his wishes a few days ago, and is currently baiting him-
Wash's expression isn't a smirk so much as it is bared teeth, anger and bitterness mostly lacking grace. "You're wrong," he says, flat and level with the edge of a knife being slowly unsheathed, promising pain. "Carolina's alive." It's delicate information for York; had this conversation gone differently, he might have tried to couch it in something gentler, or simply not told York at all.
But the conversation is what it is, and so he uses it like a goddamn battering ram. "Forty-nine agents and the only two left alive are her and me." He pauses for the space of a breath - time enough for that to start to sink in, but not nearly enough to start comprehending the full weight of the information - and continues on. "Looks like you picked the wrong body bag."