Wash wasn't very good at being a human being and most days, he felt almost completely removed from the human race in general. His own emotional traumas and scarring made it nearly impossible for him to connect to other humans but he'd found in his time with the Sim Troopers that it was actually becoming easier to do.
A year ago, he never would have let Tucker or anyone else even get this close. Even Caboose would have been shut down promptly and coldly.
The Reds and Blues might be hapless idiots but they had helped to heal his soul and bring him closer to something that might be labeled human.
"No, Tucker. I was instead assigned to rob their bodies and then destroy all trace of them. That's what Recovery did." Recover equipment so that it didn't fall into enemy hands, destroy the bodies so there was no trace of the Project. Tucker, he had to remind himself, hadn't been there when he executed South and destroyed her body.
He'd never seen Washington at his most ruthless and perhaps that was for the best. Wash brought the bottle up to his lips and took a very long swallow from it. By now, it didn't even burn but he hoped that if he drank enough of it, then maybe he'd become numb to everything.
"Yeah, maybe. Didn't Church say he wanted a statue of him on a horse or something like that?"
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Date: 2016-06-16 04:15 am (UTC)A year ago, he never would have let Tucker or anyone else even get this close. Even Caboose would have been shut down promptly and coldly.
The Reds and Blues might be hapless idiots but they had helped to heal his soul and bring him closer to something that might be labeled human.
"No, Tucker. I was instead assigned to rob their bodies and then destroy all trace of them. That's what Recovery did." Recover equipment so that it didn't fall into enemy hands, destroy the bodies so there was no trace of the Project. Tucker, he had to remind himself, hadn't been there when he executed South and destroyed her body.
He'd never seen Washington at his most ruthless and perhaps that was for the best. Wash brought the bottle up to his lips and took a very long swallow from it. By now, it didn't even burn but he hoped that if he drank enough of it, then maybe he'd become numb to everything.
"Yeah, maybe. Didn't Church say he wanted a statue of him on a horse or something like that?"