[ Even after the words have left his lips, the question is out there, Wash curses himself for it. Not for the question itself, but for...getting confused in the act of asking it. He's had a few moments here and there since arriving where he's struggled knowing which one of the voices in his head he is, but this is the first time it's been difficult enough to tell that it's actually...shown.

Tex's words are met with silence for a few moments before Wash offers an unamused smile, almost a grimace, in return. ]

Neither do I right now.

[ He's got no fucking clue what to make of himself. What to make of the noise in his head. Any of it. He feels like he's caught in some sort of internal whirlwind and he's not sure how to get back out. At least before he'd had...some amount of control over things, but that seems to be slipping quickly.

He listens to her answer, though, able to focus on that. His eyes watch her face closely, seeking out emotion, and he nods slowly as she finishes. ]

I want to say that maybe it was better for him that way. [ But maybe he'd need to get to know Church before really knowing the answer to that. ] --I'm sorry. For asking. I just...there are a lot of questions. A lot of them are personal.

[ For who they're personal for, he doesn't say. But really? For more people than there should be. ]