[ It’s one of the things she never really got near, with the Wash on the rig. When he talked about things that had fucked him up, it was usually about the ways she’d fucked him up—not exactly surprising, that was rather more the point at the time. Drilling it into her head how fucked up everything she did was. Making her face it. ]

…fuck, they tore us all to fucking pieces.

[ The Project and their damn experiments. Psychological, AI based, they all fucked bits of them up. Broke them. Were any of them still who they were when they signed up, by the end? No. Probably not. But some of them sure got hit more literally than others, more violently. What happened to Wash was certainly on that end of the damn scale. ]

World of fuckin’ difference, yeah. Far fuckin’ worse, for one, but—

[ Another sigh. She shuffles so she can sit against the wall too, lets her raised leg fall to lay flat. ]

Yeah. Yeah it—

…I don’t think I know who I am, anymore. Don’t know if I ever fuckin’ will. [ she snorts, with empty amusement ] What a pair of fuckin’ wrecks.