It's a good tactic to take. Locus doesn't even appear to notice that it's Washington, that he doesn't belong in this memory and this isn't how it all happened. He's too numb, too overwhelmed to consider it, and the rifle lowers a fraction as he lets those words since in.

But he isn't looking at Wash. His eyes fall over the rest of his team. Felix, who by this point has stopped twitching and lies far too still. Guilt now supersedes all, something crushing around his lungs inside of his chest as he takes a shuddering breath and tries to push himself to his feet.

Why. Why them, why him, why had it happened this way. There had to be a reason...