Is he asking what I think he's asking? Lipreading, it's a hell of a skill.
It appears he is, in fact, asking if you're real instead of a hallucination. Delta's voice remains an amused tinge of green in the back of York's mind and, shit, this does not bode well. Was there psychological torture in that arena? Tormenting him with, what, visions of people he'd known before?
It is far more likely that he is from further along, considering the visible signs of aging. Meaning we are likely-
NOPE not thinking about it. Not even a little. Those thoughts are shoved into a little box labeled 'NEVER LOOK AT EVER' in a bad way as he starts weaving through the crowd. This is the first familiar face he'd seen in this whole buiness and-
Well.
He'd left him behind. One more drop of guilt in a sea of bad decisions (fight for humanity, save the world, get brainfucked, also have you seen our medical benefits?) but it's the one drop he can finally do something about if Wash would just not. Turn around and run away. For fuck's sake, that is HIS schtick and how dare the rookie assume he can do it with half as much style or grace.
Careful weaving becomes more overt jogging, threading through the crowd with a frown. "Wash, come on buddy-"
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It appears he is, in fact, asking if you're real instead of a hallucination. Delta's voice remains an amused tinge of green in the back of York's mind and, shit, this does not bode well. Was there psychological torture in that arena? Tormenting him with, what, visions of people he'd known before?
It is far more likely that he is from further along, considering the visible signs of aging. Meaning we are likely-
NOPE not thinking about it. Not even a little. Those thoughts are shoved into a little box labeled 'NEVER LOOK AT EVER' in a bad way as he starts weaving through the crowd. This is the first familiar face he'd seen in this whole buiness and-
Well.
He'd left him behind. One more drop of guilt in a sea of bad decisions (fight for humanity, save the world, get brainfucked, also have you seen our medical benefits?) but it's the one drop he can finally do something about if Wash would just not. Turn around and run away. For fuck's sake, that is HIS schtick and how dare the rookie assume he can do it with half as much style or grace.
Careful weaving becomes more overt jogging, threading through the crowd with a frown. "Wash, come on buddy-"