Wash pulls away as though he's been burnt, staring at the other him with wide-eyes. And it's so close to what the one from here had said too. And it hurts to hear from someone who should have understood.

But no, they'd gone back for him hadn't they? He'd never been abandoned by people who were supposed to be his friends.

"You think i was like this before?" he snaps, hands clenching into fists. "I did what I had to to survive. I had to pretend like I couldn't remember being tortured when just the sight of them made me want to puke. Couldn't trust anyone because they might find out. And then the people I did trust shot me in the back and fucked me over and got me locked up again. If that's people being there for me, I'm better off without."