Because there's no pride in what he's done, it doesn't feel like an accomplishment or a triumph. It feels like he's broken the last good thing left in him -- because as terrible as Felix had been, they were partners and bound by that loyalty for years -- and he's not even certain if he did the right thing in doing so.
So forgive him, Wash, if this is something of a sore spot. Digging at it is going to be met with some resistance, and the way the words are ground out between his teeth make it clear that Wash is treading on very thin ice here.
He turns once more, that visorless helmet peering down hard at him. "Why does it matter to you?"
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Because there's no pride in what he's done, it doesn't feel like an accomplishment or a triumph. It feels like he's broken the last good thing left in him -- because as terrible as Felix had been, they were partners and bound by that loyalty for years -- and he's not even certain if he did the right thing in doing so.
So forgive him, Wash, if this is something of a sore spot. Digging at it is going to be met with some resistance, and the way the words are ground out between his teeth make it clear that Wash is treading on very thin ice here.
He turns once more, that visorless helmet peering down hard at him. "Why does it matter to you?"