[ Something dark creeps into Wash's expression as part of him shuts down, hard and cold like cell bars. He can practically feel the clang reverberate through his bones. ]

I didn't kill Maine. I defended myself against a thing that was wearing Maine like another suit of armor. Whoever the Meta wound up being, it wasn't Maine. It wasn't our friend, wasn't--

[ He hears the tremor in his voice before he feels it in his limbs. It feels like his eyes are burning, and he blinks angrily to clear them. ]

Seeing hints of him left in there was my mistake.

[ Wash doesn't answer the question -- of course Church would bring it up... except Maine didn't know yet, so maybe he wouldn't? He really needs to talk to Church himself. Yeah. But not right now, obviously.

His jaw works for a moment, as he tries to decide whether or not to turn away. ]