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Yeah. Maybe I will.

[ There's a nod, though Wash is relatively certain that he won't be asking anyone about their cryo experiences any time soon. He's way more spooked after his experience than he'll admit to, and learning that the things can change people beyond "updating their memories"? Really doesn't help him get rid of the idea that they may all have no actual home universes and have all been here the entire time, just given memories to make it seem like they had other lives.

Fuck. He doesn't need to deal with those thoughts right now. Downing the rest of the drink in his glass, he's quick to gesture to the bartender for a refill before he casts a glance in Nihlus' direction. ]

I don't know how they're doing it, but I don't trust it. They shouldn't be capable of changing people. That's... unsettling, to put it mildly.

We've been kidnapped by an unknown force and brought onto a ship with Captains who aren't terribly forthcoming with information and where things like this seem to happen semi-frequently. Unsettling is a bit of an understatement.

[Del-Pascia and Amissis-Re were certainly a testament to that. At this point all Nihlus can do is roll with the punches and deal with what he can. Resilience was a trait that Spectres needed and he had no shortage of it.

Some days though, it really did get tested.]

How long did it feel like? If you don't mind me asking, I mean.

I said I was putting it mildly.

[ The words are more grumbled than anything else just before Wash downs a good portion of his freshly refilled drink. Yeah, these are just some of the things he'd come to the bar to avoid thinking about, so excuse him if he hammers the booze back just a bit. ]

About two years. But when I woke up here, I'd only missed a week, and I think only about three of those days were in cryo.

[ That's a guess, though. He doesn't remember much after going into the Ingress on Amisses-Re with Rinzler, but he knows that's where he had his breakdown. He remembers the beginnings of it, but nothing after. He has to assume there may have been a day or two where he'd been completely out of it before they stuck him in cryo.

But either way, two years passed for him in a week or less, and he's still adjusting to that fact. ]

Needless to say, time's been feeling a bit off for me since I woke up.

[The grumbling earns Wash a mysterious little look that would have translated to quiet amusement to anyone who can read Turian faces. Nihlus doesn't comment on it further though and the next set of words sobers him, expression turning oddly distant.

Two years.

He runs his thumb over the curve of his cup, drawing idle patterns in the condensation.]

This place is fucked up.

[With that declaration, he downs most of his drink too.]

Now that's an understatement.

[ There's no way any of them could accurately put into words just how fucked up this place is. It's beyond words, really. With all the things they've had to deal with so far, and all that they'll no doubt have to deal with in the future, there's just... there's no way to successfully explain the level of fucked up it all is. ]

It's also why I don't trust this 'vacation' thing for a minute. I can't believe everyone else has been so quick to just assume everything will be fine and that this really is a break.

[ Wash shakes his head, expression beyond skeptical and straight into distrust. People can think he's being paranoid all he wants, but they've never been given reason to trust any of the places they stop at. ]

Something's going to go wrong at some point.

I think everyone knows something's going to go wrong. They just want to forget.

[ There were very few people that Nihlus pegged as being completely oblivious of their present situation enough not to think that things would take a downturn soon anyways. Things always took a downturn.

His voice drops into a soft murmur as he rests his chin atop his palm, eyes half lidded. ]

I know I want to forget.

[ Spirits, but there was so much he wants to forget, if only for a little while. But that's why he's here making some decent headway into getting tanked wasn't he?

Not... that he'd originally meant to join Wash for this particularly endeavor, but with the direction the conversation was going, flirting seemed rather inappropriate. ]

But we can't forget.

[ He wants to. God, does he want to. The idea of forgetting is a Big Thing for Wash, but he's had more than enough experience with trying to forget, and it never works out. And trying to forget like this? By going along with things and pretending like it's all okay? It's just everyone putting their guard down. ]

We're not going to forget. And I'd rather be prepared than be playing it off like everything is great.

[ And yet, he's here. In a bar. Already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol in mild sensations and finishing what remains of his latest drink. It seems to go against the idea that he isn't trying to forget anything.

He doesn't expect to forget, though. He's just trying to numb it all, even just the tiniest bit. ]

[ If Nihlus notices the blatant contradiction of Wash's words and his current rate of alcohol intake, the Turian has the tact not to comment on it. There's a quiet sympathy in his eyes though and the smile he offers the man is small and tentative. ]

You can't be prepared if you don't take a break and rest now and again either.

[ And now it's his turn to be blatantly hypocritical. If there was one thing Nihlus was good at though, it was hypocrisy for someone else's sake. Besides, Wash didn't know enough about his workaholic tendencies to say otherwise and he's going to take advantage of that for the occasion.

His expression turns pensive outwardly, watching his current companion down the rest of his drink. ]

What you say we grab ourselves a bottle each and go for a bit of a walk? Scout the place out in case trouble does come up.

[ Well... Nihlus does have a point there. Reluctant as Wash is to admit it. One does need to rest once in a while in order to be prepared, but that doesn't have to mean letting your guard down. That's what it feels like everyone is doing.

The suggestion of a walk has him eyeing the Turian quietly, almost as though he's suspicious of the motive behind the idea. It isn't long before he relents, however, supposing the idea of a walk doesn't sound terrible. If it helps them know the area better in the event that there is some sort of trouble at some point, then all the better. ]

...Yeah. Sure.

[ Just sitting here and not doing anything but drinking is making him tense, anyway. Better to be moving.

With those two words of agreement, Wash orders himself a bottle and slides from his seat. He considers ordering for Nihlus too, but he has honest to god no idea what an alien might like to drink, so he leaves that up to him to do for himself. It's not like he's good at polite gestures these days, anyway. ]

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