[Something had gotten through. Maybe not completely, but enough to shake the hardest walls, the full out denial. He sat on the data pad, legs crossing underneath him like he was about to tell him a story in the grass. He wasn't.]

I think I can do it. It's not going to be easy and the probability in our favor is pretty much shit, but...what else do you have going on, huh?

[Because if they have a shot, and if Wash really wasn't long for this whole life he had left, what better way to toss it than helping them.]

I'm sorry. You know that, right? About them. About all this shit. I just...hated them the least and sometimes we listen to our dumb organic friends when we know better. I...would have done anything to save them.