Wash stops bothering with pretense and fully turns to look at York. Yeah, that's definitely Delta freaking out in there and York trying to calm him down. The Counselor just fucked up everyone he touched, didn't he.
Part of Wash - the ugly, rotten part that did most of the talking in the cafeteria and even now won't shut up, no matter how hard he tries to scrub it away - wants to let York flounder. The rest of him - the grand majority that is realizing more and more that revenge just isn't worth the damage it does to his soul - knows that that's cruel. Delta doesn't deserve this; to a certain extent, neither does York.
"The Counselor's gone," he says, calm and steady. "He's either gone to ground or gone six feet under - either way, he hasn't shown his face in years, and he's in a different dimension right now." That's about as much logic as he can muster now, when the thought of therapy turned his stomach not moments before.
He takes a breath, lets it out slowly, and turns back to face Kid Quantum. Much as he doesn't want to give it, this is going to require some explanation. "York and I were in the same military project," he starts, doing his best to bury his hesitation. Finding words is like pulling teeth, but he keeps going. "The project's director had an agenda that didn't match the project's goals, and the Counselor - the project's mental health professional; the only one any of us saw for years - aligned himself with the Director. Neither of them had our best interests at heart. We trusted them, and they damn near destroyed all of us." It's the absolute bare bones of the story, the very least Kid Quantum needs to know in order to understand, and Wash is determined not to tell her anything else. The rest goes too deep, and he's said enough already.
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Wash stops bothering with pretense and fully turns to look at York. Yeah, that's definitely Delta freaking out in there and York trying to calm him down. The Counselor just fucked up everyone he touched, didn't he.
Part of Wash - the ugly, rotten part that did most of the talking in the cafeteria and even now won't shut up, no matter how hard he tries to scrub it away - wants to let York flounder. The rest of him - the grand majority that is realizing more and more that revenge just isn't worth the damage it does to his soul - knows that that's cruel. Delta doesn't deserve this; to a certain extent, neither does York.
"The Counselor's gone," he says, calm and steady. "He's either gone to ground or gone six feet under - either way, he hasn't shown his face in years, and he's in a different dimension right now." That's about as much logic as he can muster now, when the thought of therapy turned his stomach not moments before.
He takes a breath, lets it out slowly, and turns back to face Kid Quantum. Much as he doesn't want to give it, this is going to require some explanation. "York and I were in the same military project," he starts, doing his best to bury his hesitation. Finding words is like pulling teeth, but he keeps going. "The project's director had an agenda that didn't match the project's goals, and the Counselor - the project's mental health professional; the only one any of us saw for years - aligned himself with the Director. Neither of them had our best interests at heart. We trusted them, and they damn near destroyed all of us." It's the absolute bare bones of the story, the very least Kid Quantum needs to know in order to understand, and Wash is determined not to tell her anything else. The rest goes too deep, and he's said enough already.