They don't have time for this. If Locus goes down, they all go down, and the longer he stays here, the likelier he is to die.

But Locus hasn't been one to question orders for a long time now, and Wash damn well plans on using that. He yanks on Locus' hand - enough to jostle, but not enough to exacerbate Locus' injuries - and leans in close, putting them nearly visor to visor. "Because the universe isn't fucking done with us yet," he snarls. "It sent me here to pull your ass out of the fire, and I'm sure it'll have plenty for you to do once you get. Moving." And for good measure: "That's an order, soldier!"