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Fuck you.

[The words come out before he even thinks about them. Because it's not bullshit. Because he knows. He knows. She's like me. Church forces out a nice long sigh, almost like a hiss of air between teeth. His shoulders set, his arms cross.]

What about her?

[Don't address it, don't let it hit home. Just breathe and keep going because you owe him this, this is what you owe him so you'd better fucking explain before you lose your nerve. What's left of it, anyway.]

She was pissed to be back, I'll tell you that. Kicked my ass, and the Meta's, not to mention all your friends for being around when she woke up.

[Wash is being incredibly light on the details, and it rankles him.] Back how? She just popped into existence and took over a body? She would kick all of your asses; that's what Tex does.

[THERE'S A LOT OF GROUND TO COVER HERE CHURCH, OKAY.]

You don't remember it, but that's how it happened in Freelancer, too. She was just...there one day. We thought she was someone the Director brought on, but she was split from you and I don't think either of you remembered that.

Of course I don't remember it.

[Ami lets out a sound that demands attention, and for a brief moment, he looks down at the cat. Right. Breathe. Continue.]

Jesus. Okay. So. So Tex just spontaneously formed out of Epsilon. And rightfully kicked ass. Go on.

[For a second Wash startles, glances down at the tigerlily who seems to realize that something's going wrong but can't quite parse what, fully. She knows enough to want to help.]

[It's just not something she can really help with.]

I had one last shot to get out of the whole mess. The UNSC would give me an out if I could retrieve Epsilon. So they paired me with the Meta, and we...well, we didn't get Epsilon.

[He braces himself.]

We got Tex.

You teamed up with the Meta? The Meta that we were, like you and me, supposed to kill. Giant hulking white walking motherfucking one-man apocalypse with a head on fire. And you teamed up with whatever could possibly have been left of him and caught my girlfriend like Ghostbusters.

Yeah. I did.

[The back of his throat tastes like gasoline. He doesn't reach too far back into how that felt - that knotted-up dread and disgust and exhaustion and the weight of his own apathy, and how little he cared about anything, the ghost of an old teammate that no longer lived in the shell the Meta left behind.]

That was my out. My last shot. So I took it.

[The words vibrate with something - disgust or dismay or regret. Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter what he did, or how he feels about it. That won't change any of what happened.]

The Meta caught her. Tex. Trapped her in a memory unit. And Epsilon, he didn't feel much like taking chances with me, so he went after her.

Your buddies showed up to drop the Meta off the side of a cliff not long after.

I should fucking hope he didn't, you were trying to shove him in a thermos or whatever. I'm going to pretend to know what a memory unit is. It's a thermos, right? It's like the thing you use to trap ghosts in. So...guess you got 'em both, huh.

It's what...you saw it, Church. It's what Epsilon was kept in, when I showed him to you.

[He's not sure when he made that shift - thinking of Epsilon as him. But it must've happened not long after Carolina took all that time to retrieve him. Or maybe after he met him, face to face, for the first time since he ignited Wash's nervous system in a symphony of electromagnetism and acid.]

Okay. Tin can. So he, it, whatever, went back in his tin can to be with Tex. Man, the Meta must've been really fucked up for those assholes to get the drop on him.

...yeah.

[The Meta was. Not Maine anymore, he knows. Not at that point.]

So that's when - well, my chance at getting out of everything was shot, at that point. No way I could bring back a sealed memory unit and expect the UNSC to believe that Epsilon was really inside it. I was fucked up, the memory unit was fucked up, and your team decided to...take me in, at that point.

[Church Replacement #2.]

Wait, you had Epsilon, the thing they wanted, the thing they wanted when we did our stupid plan, and Tex, and that wasn't good enough?

I didn't. Not really. I had a locked up memory unit that the UNSC put in storage because they didn't think anything important was inside it, and there was no way to get it open again.

[Your fault. Rigged it so it was one-way.]

If someone gave you a locked box and said that something really valuable was inside it, they promised, but you couldn't open it up to be sure of it, would you believe them?

It'd be useless unless you could get inside. They don't have IT guys in the army?

So...the guys took you in cuz UNSC's pissed at you?

I guess not. I don't know. They didn't seem to think anything was important, and at that point, I think they just wanted me dead.

So, yeah. I...don't know why, to be honest. I'd done a lot to get on their bad side, but they just decided to help me.

[He didn't have it in him to protest. They weren't clear on whether he was forgiven or not, or if that even mattered. They simply...went and did it, more or less forcibly inducted him into their ranks, and that was apparently enough to make him one of them.]

I don't know that "help" is the word I would've used.

Well, it's only thanks to them that I'm not dead or rotting in a UNSC cell.

[Turns out, when you're used to people sticking knives in your back, the one time when someone doesn't, even when they really should? It goes a long way.]

So the UNSC has Epsilon, and Epsilon's version of Tex I guess, but they're locked up, and you started staying with the guys. And the Meta's actually dead? Sounds like a happy ending all around there.

It was, for a minute. Until Carolina showed up.

[Remember Carolina? She was a side mention for half a second, but she turns out to be important later. Who would've guessed?]

Anyone ever tell you you're crap at storytelling?

No. This would be the first time anyone has ever told me that, ever.

[Utterly deadpan.]

You missed a lot, okay? I don't know how to condense this down into a timeline that makes sense.

Okay okay okay. Carolina. The one whoooo was partners with York, right? That Delta was with, before South did all that bullshit and you blew her up.

...more or less, yeah. We all thought she was dead, but with everyone's mortality track record, you can probably guess that this wasn't true.

She wanted to go after the Director and needed Epsilon and his memories to do it. So she rounded up your team, and me, to storm the UNSC archives to look for them.

Clear something up for me here: is every Freelancer a raging psycho asshole?

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