[ Pity's the last thing he wants. Will'd settle for something a good deal more practical, and while he can't see Wash's face, a tiny wave of relief rolls through him at being understood. Just a little.

Slow is good. Will counts clarity and purpose as his sole assets, so Wash's information is invaluable and mutable depending on what Hannibal does to tip things into his hand.

(Will's thoughts, they don't stray.) ]

Knowing how to fix it isn't the problem, it's execution. [ Hah. ] Sorry, I didn't catch your name before I started getting cynical.