If there were something nearby other than Wash to send flying across the room, it might have done so. Instead, his fist struck out against the wall beside him, that thread of tension finally snapping.
"Stop pretending that this matters to you. That you understand. You don't. You know the guilt of having blood on your hands, but you were not there," Locus ground out, each word low and deliberate. "You couldn't smell the corpses or see how far they stretched. Women. Children. You don't know what it's like seeing your legacy laid out in front of you and coming to terms with the fact that the universe would be better off without you in it."
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If there were something nearby other than Wash to send flying across the room, it might have done so. Instead, his fist struck out against the wall beside him, that thread of tension finally snapping.
"Stop pretending that this matters to you. That you understand. You don't. You know the guilt of having blood on your hands, but you were not there," Locus ground out, each word low and deliberate. "You couldn't smell the corpses or see how far they stretched. Women. Children. You don't know what it's like seeing your legacy laid out in front of you and coming to terms with the fact that the universe would be better off without you in it."