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[ After just a minute's worth of pause, this time. ]

Run that by me again?

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You were shot and killed by Wyoming. I recovered your equipment.

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Wyoming.

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Multiple shots to your side and back, went right through your suit. Probably from a BR55.

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Wyoming.

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Don't sound so surprised. You two weren't exactly the best of friends during Freelancer.

And you broke into his place.

[ he's not saying york deserved to die, but. well. york struck first, and wyoming reacted defensively. fair's fair. ]

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Oh, yeah, we got along great. Not like I had any reason to dislike him or anything.

You don't happen to know why I was there?

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No.

[ this conversation has gone far enough off track for one day. ]

My helmet, York.

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You can come pick it up any time you want.

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[ hahahaha! ]

Nice try. How about you leave it somewhere I can find it?

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Not gonna work, buddy.

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[ oh my god. ]

Nate, don't fuck with me. You have my helmet and I want it back.

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And you can have it back.

Just gotta come get it, David.

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I'm not coming to get shit. Leave it where I can find it.

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Nope.

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[ FUCK YOU. ]

I'm not playing this game with you, either. Leave. It. Where. I. Can. Find. It.

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No game to be played.

I have it, you want it. Sounds like you play by my rules, or you're out of luck.

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You think that's how this is gonna go? If I come to you, I'm not asking nicely.

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I didn't ask you to bring me a gift basket, Wash.

Just said you had to come get it.

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I'm not coming to get it.

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Guess I've got a new trophy for my wall, then.

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[ ohhhhhhhhhhh my goddddddddd?????? ]

Why the hell did you even take it? You should've left it with my body.

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[ He doesn't know, honestly. He wasn't exactly thinking straight, after realizing what he'd done, after that strange focused anger started to fade away into horror and anguish. All he remembers is still having Wash's blood on his hands, scrabbling at his armor, pulling off his helmet just to see his skin pale as death, just to see him not fucking breathing. He remembers shaking him, no, come on, rookie, David, don't -- come on --

Then there was Maine. He couldn't afford to stay, but he couldn't just fucking leave him there either, and. York ended up taking the helmet with him.

Wash doesn't need to know any of that. ]

How could I walk away with nothing to show for all my hard work?

I'll get it mounted, put your name under it it in shiny brass lettering. I'll polish it every day, don't worry. I remember how particular you were about that.

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[ see wash five seconds away from blowing a fucking gasket. see wash put his hand straight through a plaster wall. see wash throw his phone to the ground to stomp on it before immediately deciding better of it and picking it up to text york back. ]

You want to bait me with your bullshit, York? Go ahead. Keep it. You're gonna need it more than me when I bust your fucking faceplate open.

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Sorry, Wash. You're right.