AGENT WASHINGTON

[parannoyed]

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[parannoyed]

It's more I don't know how to make sense of what I saw. It wasn't concrete, just impressions.

[Ones that didn't even jive with what he knew about the implant and their threat. They'd made it seem like he'd had it immediately been implanted on arrival.]

[The memory he saw in the Infirmary was of him being dragged somewhere against his will, terrified. Screaming something that he can't remember was "You can't take them away."]

[If he could remember the words, he'd understand better, maybe be able to guess why he was fighting the orderlies, trying to fight his way out of the gurney. He might fully grasp what was done to him, when the reality Jorgmund had presented was "The implant fixed your brain but unfortunately blocked memories as a byproduct."]

[Old Wash - current Wash - had known what they were about to take away.]

I was...confused somewhere. Maybe out of it because I'd just arrived and had everything...[He gestures at his temple with wiggly gesture with the hand not holding the bloody towel.]

I think that I was maybe just disoriented at first and scared because of it.

[That's a lie, but going deeper means confessing more.]

[infailtration]

[ York's face scrunches in confusion. This doesn't make any sense to him. ]

Arrival is rough, but I remember all of mine. I don't see why you wouldn't.

[parannoyed]

You didn't come in with brain damage.

The Stuff supposedly fixed it. That seems like it could've been...messy at first.

[A good rationalization that he hopes York buys.]

[He doesn't buy it himself that the implant blocked things off, he knows there must be more to it. But he has to explore that himself, try to navigate everything in a way that lets him keep the implant, if possible to do so without screwing everyone else over.]

[And he doesn't trust anyone else enough to let them in, not even old friends. Not new friends he feels unexplainable trust towards either, like Tucker.]

[infailtration]

Yeah, I guess.

[ York seems reluctant to accept it, but does as he rakes a hand through his hair worriedly. He doesn't know what's going on with his friend and that freaks him out as much as witnessing the weird attack Wash just had. ]

Want me to grab you some water or something?

[parannoyed]

[Wash nods his head, still dabbing at his nose. The bleeding is mostly stopped but he doesn't want to get blood all over the place.]

Thanks.

[When York gets up to do it, he just looks ahead, thoughtful.]

[A little lost.]

[infailtration]

[ York crosses the room to the water cooler by the door, getting Wash a cup of it while he sits and recovers. He doesn't miss that look as he offers the water. ]

What are you thinking about?

[parannoyed]

Thanks.

[He takes the water.]

It's nothing.

[He guzzles the water down and gets up.]

I'm going to go clean up. Thanks for...

Thanks.

[He doesn't want York to keep digging and prying and fussing because he'll be tempted to actually let him in.]

I feel a lot better.

[He's saying it so York won't worry but that doesn't make it untrue.]

[infailtration]

Okay.

[ He's a little skeptical about the 'nothing' but at least Wash is feeling better. He looks and sounds better, excepting the blood on his face and knuckles. ]

I'm glad. Be sure to wrap your hands.

[ But as Wash turns away: ]

Wash, wait, if you... if this happens again you'll let me know, right? We can figure this out.

[parannoyed]

...Sure.

[He's lying.]

[But he's been doing a lot of that lately.]

[And he's not likely to stop anytime soon.]

[He leaves it at that, walking away, trying to feel less guilty over what he's hiding.]