Wash shrugs, giving Felix a flat look before he snorts softly and looks away. At least he's not entirely stupid. "Just a warning. Your funeral if you don't want to listen." If they were going to ignore him, that was fine. He didn't care. He didn't care about much.

He definitely isn't planning to trust these men who came with their ultimatums. He just isn't planning to die any time soon either. It's a thought that jolts him a little. He remembers how ready he had been to die, how he'd wanted it when he faced the Meta and stood with Alpha. But now? No, he isn't planning to die.

Sim troopers. His lips press tight together for a moment. "They were a means to an end. And next time I see them, I'll probably kill them." Just another set of people who'd betrayed him, another set who he couldn't trust, who he'd never been important enough to. "That's rich coming from you."