Locus: You are just like me Agent Washington... a Soldier...
Wash: uh, look. the attention is flattering and all, but Carolina's actually supposed to be your narrative foil
Locus: ....what--
Wash: Really! Look, she's got the whole 'human weapon' complex with being nothing but a soldier for most of her life and not really having much outside of that and trying to figure out how to be a person--
Locus: exCUSE me--
Wash: Like, honestly if I wasn't kind of a crappy Freelancer when we raided the Charon operations, I think that Shark guy might've targeted me instead. We both have revenge narratives with contrasting methods of resolving them.
Locus: ....
Wash: Listen, Locus... It's nothing personal. I mean, it's not me. It's you. You understand.
Locus: I don't know What gave you the idea that I "Care" about you, Agent Washington, but I Do Not.
[He disappears to go cry ragey rejected tears while Carolina raids the mercs' bases in disguise and he does not notice.]














