The images fill him with nostalgia that isn't his own. They make him feel a desire to comfort Wash that he's been struggling to find recently. He sees a smile he misses seeing, and there's a tiny undercurrent of hurt from North's end at the thought.

But then they're there. A cliffside, cold, and not anywhere North remembers, but he knows. He knows where they are, he knows what happened, and he knows that Maine is nothing but filled with suffering in this moment.

He moves immediately, and puts his hands up to grab one of Maine's shoulders.

"Maine. Buddy, hey, we're here." There's so much blood. North looks for Maine's eyes. "We're here." We. Him and Wash, together.