Somebody's headfucked him. Probably Jorgmund, but I don't have a lot of details.
[She leans against the railing and glances around casually to make sure no one's near enough to eavesdrop.]
I don't know if you had the Ghosts of Christmas' Whatever visions, but I saw two future's for Wash. One was a bad future where he tries to kill some people here to cover up something he's doing and gets killed in self-defense. The other was a good future, where he gets to go home and die of old age surrounded by friends. State funeral too, which is nice, but not really relevant.
The good future was locked away behind a door that I opened because someone was pounding on the other side. SOS in Morse code, I looked it up later. When I broke through, I saw a ghost version of Wash all lit up like science-fiction horror with a hole in his skull and wires and blinky bits in his brain. He said "help me" and vanished.
[She looks back up at North.]
I've asked York to check him for cranial scarring. I know someone here who might be able to get us into his head to poke around, but I figure I should get some of his friends on board instead of going traipsing in there on my own. Guy's bodily autonomy's been fucked enough.
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[She leans against the railing and glances around casually to make sure no one's near enough to eavesdrop.]
I don't know if you had the Ghosts of Christmas' Whatever visions, but I saw two future's for Wash. One was a bad future where he tries to kill some people here to cover up something he's doing and gets killed in self-defense. The other was a good future, where he gets to go home and die of old age surrounded by friends. State funeral too, which is nice, but not really relevant.
The good future was locked away behind a door that I opened because someone was pounding on the other side. SOS in Morse code, I looked it up later. When I broke through, I saw a ghost version of Wash all lit up like science-fiction horror with a hole in his skull and wires and blinky bits in his brain. He said "help me" and vanished.
[She looks back up at North.]
I've asked York to check him for cranial scarring. I know someone here who might be able to get us into his head to poke around, but I figure I should get some of his friends on board instead of going traipsing in there on my own. Guy's bodily autonomy's been fucked enough.