[ None of what he gets is remotely expected. And he almost loses track of the rest of it when she tells him she and Church are AIs. Those words resonate with him and for a few minutes he has to stop reading because he literally can't focus. His mind is going a mile a minute.
Alpha. Alpha. The torture, ripping AI fragments out of him-- He remembers it. He can feel it. A hand goes to his head as Wash finds a long series of memories flowing over him, over the wall he's put up, forcing him to face them. How everything was his fault, how agents were dying, and it was all his fault... And no matter what, no matter how hard he tried, she always got killed. Texas. Beta.
It's a good thing the MID is connected to his wrist, because at this point, it would be falling from his hand and to the floor with the level his hands are shaking. It's all coming back, everything Epsilon showed him--at least everything dealing with Alpha. With Texas. ]
No... I don't
[ He's not sure where he's going with that, hence the abrupt end to the sentence. Alpha. Alpha's alive, he's here... Texas too. But what does that make him? The memories, they were Alpha's, but he's not-- ]
I remmemberr. ALpha...alive? Andd youu...
[ Shaking hands make for typos that Wash can't be bothered to fix right now. Wash. Right. That's... That's who he is, not Alpha, not Eps--
Deep breath. A long series of deep breaths. He needs to calm down, needs to read the rest of the text. Once he feels like he's stabilized himself enough to do so, he glances back at his MID and very slowly, word by word, reads through the second half of what Tex has sent. He's still shaking, still a little lost, but he's a bit more in his right mind. Enough so that he can try to understand and reply more properly to her. ]
--Sorry. Sorry. I don't know what came over me...
So I... I found the Alpha while Maine had all the fragments? And Church is the Alpha. And to stop Maine, I set off an EMP which, naturally, destroyed you all.
...I didn't know. Obviously. But I'm sorry. I'm sure I wouldn't have done that unless there was no other choice. I'd never want to destroy you.
[ Not Texas. Not Allison. --...? What? No, no, that's... ]
text;
Alpha. Alpha. The torture, ripping AI fragments out of him-- He remembers it. He can feel it. A hand goes to his head as Wash finds a long series of memories flowing over him, over the wall he's put up, forcing him to face them. How everything was his fault, how agents were dying, and it was all his fault... And no matter what, no matter how hard he tried, she always got killed. Texas. Beta.
It's a good thing the MID is connected to his wrist, because at this point, it would be falling from his hand and to the floor with the level his hands are shaking. It's all coming back, everything Epsilon showed him--at least everything dealing with Alpha. With Texas. ]
No... I don't
[ He's not sure where he's going with that, hence the abrupt end to the sentence. Alpha. Alpha's alive, he's here... Texas too. But what does that make him? The memories, they were Alpha's, but he's not-- ]
I remmemberr. ALpha...alive? Andd youu...
[ Shaking hands make for typos that Wash can't be bothered to fix right now. Wash. Right. That's... That's who he is, not Alpha, not Eps--
Deep breath. A long series of deep breaths. He needs to calm down, needs to read the rest of the text. Once he feels like he's stabilized himself enough to do so, he glances back at his MID and very slowly, word by word, reads through the second half of what Tex has sent. He's still shaking, still a little lost, but he's a bit more in his right mind. Enough so that he can try to understand and reply more properly to her. ]
--Sorry. Sorry. I don't know what came over me...
So I... I found the Alpha while Maine had all the fragments? And Church is the Alpha. And to stop Maine, I set off an EMP which, naturally, destroyed you all.
...I didn't know. Obviously. But I'm sorry. I'm sure I wouldn't have done that unless there was no other choice. I'd never want to destroy you.
[ Not Texas. Not Allison. --...? What? No, no, that's... ]
Any of you, I mean.