Its sweet, in the way Maine can be sweet. He remembers how protective Maine was. Allies, friends, when Maine was there, heaven have mercy at anyone who tried to get you in the back. Wash wonders if the Director's mind games would have worked on Maine, without Sigma always whispering in his ear.
The Director never knew how to handle people who were just stalwart in standing by their allies over their own glory or goals.
"I do. I didn't know anything then," he said. He remembers it clearly. Even without Epsilon fucking up his brain in ways that made forgetting incredibly hard, his times in other places refreshed a lot of his Freelancer memories.
And that one had been an easy one to share from his perspective. It let people see what he was talking about his world and fulfilled a lot of boxes for bingo challenges.
No one had to see what happened after and he frowns at that thought.
"Were you taken mid-mission?" He asked, glancing at his neck. "You're missing a scar."
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The Director never knew how to handle people who were just stalwart in standing by their allies over their own glory or goals.
"I do. I didn't know anything then," he said. He remembers it clearly. Even without Epsilon fucking up his brain in ways that made forgetting incredibly hard, his times in other places refreshed a lot of his Freelancer memories.
And that one had been an easy one to share from his perspective. It let people see what he was talking about his world and fulfilled a lot of boxes for bingo challenges.
No one had to see what happened after and he frowns at that thought.
"Were you taken mid-mission?" He asked, glancing at his neck. "You're missing a scar."
Like his throat got shot multiple times.