[ she brings up the contract, and wash noticeably just cringes a little, lifting a hand to rub tiredly over his face. he's still -- processing everything that happened, and part of him is still reeling, emotionally and otherwise. but wash sure has learned to be able to pick himself up and keep going even when his mind is a mess. he doesn't really want to get into the weight of the whole thing with her, but the contract and the consequences of it, that's fine enough. and still a goddamn pain. ]

Yeah. Hundred percent, still entirely binding. [ kneading a little at the corner of his temple. ] That I ended up in any contract is shitty enough, but that it was a contract with this fucking asshole.

[ he's dead, which is nice ( as long as wash ignores the crushing sense of guilt and the weird emotional trauma of it, and boy is he going to ignore the fuck of that right now ), but he's going to be back and it's going to be so, so much. ]

-- Did you know of him? Felix?