Red vs Blue pt 2

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Between the two of them they can assess an entire room and group of people in under thirty seconds. It's actually how they first started talking beyond what was necessary - a weird form of people watching where they discussed how to disarm others, lethal or nonlethal (in Sam's case).

Also makes for some very uncomfortable conversations around other people. Wash can't seem to let go of his worst case scenarios, paranoia never letting its claws out of him, even now.

"I'd like to think that's because of caution." Mostly, it's luck; he's just refusing to acknowledge that. Wash gives a small noise and finally rolls over, facing Locus in the dark with dark brown eyes looking at him.

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"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."

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It's an actual discussion with snuggling in the dark. Not the weirdest bed experience or pillow talk he's ever had, and not even with Locus, either.

Wash does reach up to sling an arm over Locus' shoulder, keeping that point of contact and warmth, even if they're basically chest to chest anyways.

"Yeah, that's what works for them." Wash tilts his head back a little. "Doesn't mean I don't worry. There's a lot of people who've taken advantage of it."

The Director. Felix, and by extension Locus (though he's not throwing that in his face). Temple.

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"And there always will be."

That's just fact. There's no point in imagining a future where all of this somehow ends. It doesn't, not for people like them, and he won't do Wash the disservice of lying to his face about it. Instead, he simply states it as a matter of fact, something that will surely come.

"You endure, you overcome. It is in your nature."

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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.