[It wasn't a bad argument, and maybe that was the worst part. He wasn't asking for the commentary of the entire battle like it was Monday Night Grifball; he just wanted to know what happened in that stupid fight. It...wasn't wrong, right? And Wash--

What if Wash was the only one who could save Epsilon? Could catch him before he did his Big Dumb Stupid Fucking Thing? What if Church didn't have to die?

But what if him arriving early meant Wash was killed instead? ]

Yeah, but what if you're so eager to get there because of the shit I tell you that you forget the damn vest? [The metaphor was getting convoluted. Shit. He shook his head and he wasn't sure if he could just get out of this conversation without shutting it down and walking away. This wasn't like with Caboose; he couldn't wave a laser pointer against a wall and distract him. Wash wouldn't let it go.

So, maybe bargaining...]

Look, I'll stay from Hottie McKill-kini up there, but you need to stay away from this, okay? [It wasn't a fair trade. It wasn't, Tucker knew it, but he didn't know what else to offer him.] Because if you got there any differently than when you did, you could fuck it up more.

[More. More. Not the right word to use.]