Everything actually went according to plan, shockingly enough. Shoulda known shit would hit the whirling device as soon as things were looking up.

"Jesus."

Really? Really? She hadn't even been fighting the big bad. Hell, she'd just gotten here. Isn't there some universal rule against killing people off before they've gotten properly established? This is breaking so many rules of a proper narrative. And here he'd thought this world was more rational than the one he'd come from.

Fuck, she'd just been cheerfully blogging about being a hero and sharing her music and shit.

Briefly, he's struck by the temptation to do a rewind and fix things -- this world doesn't even play by the same rules, it might not doom everything -- but that kind of thing is beyond his abilities now. The ice-skater guy is clearly wrecked, but Wash is taking charge of that. There's nothing for Dave to do.

Grim-faced, he tugs his hood up with still-stinging hands and falls silent.