"Actually, he's the person you would talk to if you felt the need to start a massive revolution," Delta counters when Washington returns with their smoothies. "Something small would be below his notice."

"Alright, Wash," he does allow, though, not even considering the other Wash he knows in the prospect. He'll just call that one Washington. Not like they're friends. "And it's okay to blindly eat fruit. Fruit, as with most things, is dangerous in high quanta. A little bit of pure cranberry juice isn't going to hurt you. Enough of it will. Just like water. Just like air. Just like life."

Life: the ultimate source of pain and sorrow.

He shakes the thought off and takes a sip of his drink. "So, Wash, what brings you to Adaptive in general, or Gulch in particular?"