He's not sure if he's hearing guilt or surrender in Locus' voice; either way, it's not good.

"And how do you plan on guaranteeing that?"

A thought strikes him and he struggles not to let it show on his face. Dear God Locus had better not be thinking of killing himself. That is beyond what Wash can handle right now, and he's not sure he's strong enough to stop Locus if he tries. Locus doesn't seem the type, but if space Cthulu messed with his mind then there's no telling what he'll do.