"It likely had some part to play. The larger part, I've come to believe, is due to your allies."

Fine. This is an actual discussion now. Locus's eyes are a bit clearer now, more open as Wash shuffles around to face him in the dark. Even with near no light, he can make out the curve of his face, the faint glimmer of his eyes.

Comfort is not his strongest suit. There's a thoughtful rumble.

"The reason you survive has a great deal to do with the people you surround yourself with. You need only fear if you stand alone. I do not foresee that day coming soon."