[ This isn't the sort of thing Wash was expecting to find out here. He'd thought the bunkers were... well........ survival bunkers, not torture labs. Not something both foreign and familiar at once, that brought up memories he'd spent years trying to repress. He goes very quiet and tense inside his armor as he watches the logs, studying the diagrams and photographs with an almost disturbing intensity.
Silently, at one point, his hand raises to the back of his neck, as if covering something there, then he very intentionally lowers it again. ]
No wonder...
[ It's almost too soft to hear, too muffled behind his helmet, but whatever revelation Wash has had he keeps it to himself beyond that. Without another word he turns on his heel as if he's seen enough, heading back towards where the dead Host is floating in its tank. ]
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Silently, at one point, his hand raises to the back of his neck, as if covering something there, then he very intentionally lowers it again. ]
No wonder...
[ It's almost too soft to hear, too muffled behind his helmet, but whatever revelation Wash has had he keeps it to himself beyond that. Without another word he turns on his heel as if he's seen enough, heading back towards where the dead Host is floating in its tank. ]