Wash blinks and stares at York for a moment, suspicious, as though he thinks what he's saying is some kind of trick. "You think?"

He doesn't feel better. He just feels so out of his depth and the most familiar thing here is being a mercenary because at least violence he can do. It's comforting in some kind of messed up way.

He gives the other Wash a sideways look. "I survived. If I'd stayed the same then I would have died or worse."