He's not buying it, but he's not pursuing it either. It's not really a victory, but Wash will absolutely take it as one.
He really should quit while he's ahead (or while he's not really behind; same difference). Locus seems to think the conversation is over. But Wash can't stop replaying it in his head. You'd think that Locus would be happy that the people he'd been trying to kill for months were dead, but there'd been nothing there. No satisfaction, no vindictive smirk, no nothing.
Wash might be reading too much into it, and this is probably a bad decision, but he's never been able to leave well enough alone. Not when he's curious. He's accustomed to having entirely too much information; not having enough is killing him.
"You've been trying to kill them for months," he finally says, against everything that could possibly be counted as his better judgment. "Why do you care whether they came back?" For once, it's a level, genuine question.
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He really should quit while he's ahead (or while he's not really behind; same difference). Locus seems to think the conversation is over. But Wash can't stop replaying it in his head. You'd think that Locus would be happy that the people he'd been trying to kill for months were dead, but there'd been nothing there. No satisfaction, no vindictive smirk, no nothing.
Wash might be reading too much into it, and this is probably a bad decision, but he's never been able to leave well enough alone. Not when he's curious. He's accustomed to having entirely too much information; not having enough is killing him.
"You've been trying to kill them for months," he finally says, against everything that could possibly be counted as his better judgment. "Why do you care whether they came back?" For once, it's a level, genuine question.