Maine has no reaction to his name. He settles his elbow on his knee, his Magnum drawn in his hand, barrel pointed up to the ceiling, but he doesn't move when Wash speaks. He blinks, behind the helmet, because it's not just his name, and he's not just hearing it from anyone. This is Wash. This is David.
And even if Isaac is an empty shell of the person he used to be, he's still Isaac.
( Somewhere. )
( Davi )
He moves, finally, letting his arm drop from his knee as he brings his Magnum down and holsters it. If Maine looks relaxed and at ease, it's only because he has no doubt in his ability to snap Wash in half, should he even think of going for that rifle. He'd be dead before his finger touched the trigger. So, he stays where he is, seated back on his haunches, peering down at Wash.
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Maine has no reaction to his name. He settles his elbow on his knee, his Magnum drawn in his hand, barrel pointed up to the ceiling, but he doesn't move when Wash speaks. He blinks, behind the helmet, because it's not just his name, and he's not just hearing it from anyone. This is Wash. This is David.
And even if Isaac is an empty shell of the person he used to be, he's still Isaac.
( Somewhere. )
( Davi )
He moves, finally, letting his arm drop from his knee as he brings his Magnum down and holsters it. If Maine looks relaxed and at ease, it's only because he has no doubt in his ability to snap Wash in half, should he even think of going for that rifle. He'd be dead before his finger touched the trigger. So, he stays where he is, seated back on his haunches, peering down at Wash.