Because at one point, Freelancer had felt like home too. Despite all the mindgames, Wash had only seen his friends. Like minded people who cared. Who cared deeply. Even at the end, he still woke up before the crash with people around him.
The house of glass had cracks through it, but it had still been one thing....right up until the moment it wasn't anymore.
When all the stress and strain and mindgames and Sigma caused it all to come crashing down, everyone having to choose their priorities and leaving behind everything else.
"A lot happened. I was in a pretty dark place after the Project. You wouldn't have even recognized me," he said, voice quieter. "Doing whatever I thought was necessary to do some good...and then to survive when the less savory things caught up to me. The sim troopers were on the tail end of the former and were dealing with what was essentially a feral animal trying to escape for the latter until I was ready to just let myself die to be free of it all."
He swirls the spoon in the cup, an idle motion with it being essentially empty. "They refused to let me. Kept me alive, got me away from the situation I had been trapped in, and just...kept being there. Eventually, it felt safe to try and be more myself again. I hadn't deserved their kindness, but I'll always be grateful for it anyway."
"It had surprised Carolina too, when she found me. She hadn't gotten why I cared about them so much, but she needed back up, and I was reliable so she went with it. Took time before she got it," he said. "So I get it its hard to believe."
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Can't, really.
Because at one point, Freelancer had felt like home too. Despite all the mindgames, Wash had only seen his friends. Like minded people who cared. Who cared deeply. Even at the end, he still woke up before the crash with people around him.
The house of glass had cracks through it, but it had still been one thing....right up until the moment it wasn't anymore.
When all the stress and strain and mindgames and Sigma caused it all to come crashing down, everyone having to choose their priorities and leaving behind everything else.
"A lot happened. I was in a pretty dark place after the Project. You wouldn't have even recognized me," he said, voice quieter. "Doing whatever I thought was necessary to do some good...and then to survive when the less savory things caught up to me. The sim troopers were on the tail end of the former and were dealing with what was essentially a feral animal trying to escape for the latter until I was ready to just let myself die to be free of it all."
He swirls the spoon in the cup, an idle motion with it being essentially empty. "They refused to let me. Kept me alive, got me away from the situation I had been trapped in, and just...kept being there. Eventually, it felt safe to try and be more myself again. I hadn't deserved their kindness, but I'll always be grateful for it anyway."
"It had surprised Carolina too, when she found me. She hadn't gotten why I cared about them so much, but she needed back up, and I was reliable so she went with it. Took time before she got it," he said. "So I get it its hard to believe."