Greg's breath caught behind his teeth as Wash yelled, nearly shrinking away from him on instinct. He had to tell himself, quickly, that it wasn't him who was getting yelled at. Probably. Just anger, frustration, at all that was happening.
The worst part of it was, Wash was right. They were trapped in a world far from their own, outnumbered and out of their depth, fighting for people who didn't care about them or want them there. They had no guidance, no incentive to keep going, not even a solid promise they'd get home if they won this foreign war. There wasn't a bright side, or silver lining. There was no comfort to give.
Greg was shaking, too. He was scared. Of Wash, for Wash. For himself, for everyone here. What were they supposed to do? Why were people counting on them to do this? What happened if they couldn't?
He didn't have answers. He didn't have any words at all, not for either of them. He just set his jaw, and held Wash's hand still. He needed it too, at this moment.
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The worst part of it was, Wash was right. They were trapped in a world far from their own, outnumbered and out of their depth, fighting for people who didn't care about them or want them there. They had no guidance, no incentive to keep going, not even a solid promise they'd get home if they won this foreign war. There wasn't a bright side, or silver lining. There was no comfort to give.
Greg was shaking, too. He was scared. Of Wash, for Wash. For himself, for everyone here. What were they supposed to do? Why were people counting on them to do this? What happened if they couldn't?
He didn't have answers. He didn't have any words at all, not for either of them. He just set his jaw, and held Wash's hand still. He needed it too, at this moment.