[ Wash is pretty sure he knows what Epsilon saw, with that look. Great. Just... fucking great. He takes a slow breath, cradling the coffee mug to his chest. How do they address this? Do they just pretend it didn't happen? That's what they've done for years, it's worked so far. But eventually it had to hit, he figures. ]

...it wasn't your fault, you know. I've never blamed you for it, it was probably the Counselor more than the Director, even. But I've got a question for you.