Right. This was how conversations with Peridot went. He hadn't missed this. "Wow, it's almost like I figured that out myself and joined your conversation!"

Greg's response was cause for more concern. He wasn't stable, and the sinking feeling that Wash knew why was only getting more pronounced. He headed over to Greg, reaching out to steady him. "I wound up back on Chorus. Turned out the civil war was a ruse covering up planetary genocide by a large corporation, and the merc who said he was an ally was actually a raging sociopath with a penchant for stabbing people." Wash shrugged. The amount of nonchalance with which he could deliver that information said something about the state of his life; he wasn't sure he wanted to think about what exactly that was. "So the past few months have been fun."

But this wasn't about him. "Now I think it's your turn to answer that question."