"I am not shouting," Wash says, in a slightly more controlled tone. "I am being perfectly reasonable." Maybe if Wash says that, it'll become true, because he doesn't feel reasonable inside. He feels confused, angry, and maybe just a little bit sad by the fact that he knows he can't do anything, even if he wanted to. His other self is right about one thing. Sometimes, when you cross a line, there's no going back.

Above all, Wash is afraid he'll cross that line too.

"Exactly," Wash says to his double. "Which is why I'm trying my goddam hardest to keep my shit together."