"Of course you would," Wash replies, making a mental note that he never wants this guy near him with a knife.

Of course the Counsellor told him that shit. It seems to be Aiden Price's purpose in life to fuck him over. But that's fine. Apart from the clenching of his jaw, there's not much outward sign of his feelings about that. At least partly because he's not sure what they are anymore. The outright rage has burnt lower over the past couple of years, turned into a spiteful little ball in the pit of his stomach that devours emotions and spits out ice. North and York are long dead.

He inclines his head, looking at Felix. "Did he tell you that they betrayed me? That I blew up their corpses without hesitation. That I shot North's sister in the head for turning on me? Friends are liabilities."