He's right that it won't end. As much as Wash doesn't want people to come after the reds and the blues, it seems they don't have any choice about it. To be chased by the dregs of Freelancer and their past.

Wash wonders if it's him, sometimes, but they were just as involved in the end as he was. He tries not to dwell.

"You make it sound like that's my specialty." As if that isn't. He's lived when so many haven't.