Wash just looks back. He really wishes he had his helmet, but he isn't about the back down on this. Survival at any cost. That's how he lives now. In the end, everyone here is just a means to an end. The Counsellor is in the way.

"No, I was planning to sit down and have a calm rational discussion with him," he says dryly. "And they weren't my friends." Just people he'd worked with once upon a time.