As much as Wash would like to tell them that there's an end point, that they just need to get this over with and soon they can just go back to their bases in the middle of nowhere and back to their lives, Wash doesn't think they'll ever really be able to go back. They've been dragged outside of that boxed canyon, now, and sure they've been in a few different places like it but there's no going back in that bubble. There's too much going on around them, too much that they've been swept up in.

Wash is used to it. He's sorry that the Reds and Blues have gotten caught in all this, too, but the least he can do is guide them as much as he can.

"We don't have to really fight and put our lives on the line. We just have to play along until we figure out what happened, and until we figure out how to get back." He looks over from him back out at the horizon, his expression grim. "And until then, we lie low -- which sometimes means playing along and doing guard duty."

A small sigh. Look, he's not particularly enthused about this either, okay, Tucker.

"But have a little faith," he says after a while, looking back at him at something that might be a smile. "Caboose isn't the only guy back on Chorus."

And okay, maybe Tucker doesn't trust the others all that much either, but -- Wash has seen all of them come along way, and he's confident that they aren't going to set everything on fire. Or maybe they will, but it'll somehow turn out to be helpful, or something. They'll manage to hold their own. Tucker's grown plenty, too, after all.