Maine was right in that. No single man won the war. It was why Wash knew the Director's premise had been flawed. Had been part of his own anger. Ultimately, what the Director wanted was to make soldiers so good that they could survive anything.

That they could all come home.

But it missed the key thing that made soldiers strong and that was having their fellow soldiers to watch their back, to make up their shortcomings. By making them so individualistic, he had made them weaker.

Everyone has an off day, no matter how good they are. They need someone to step in.

Oh, there is definitely plenty of silly pictures. Hijinks abound in birdtile house. For some reason, Wash was half covered in sparkly orange glitter and feathers, and was attempting to spread some of it onto Choco, mid air after seemingly running on top of furniture and about to go crashing into the lazy river in the courtyard. They did seem to be enjoying themselves despite the impending wet landing.

Wash brings over a plate piled high with the fried rice, looking at the picture and chuckling. "Ah yes. Security system test day. I don't know who decided to put glitter in the thing versus just the feathers, but they were evil."