Wash watched the suit of armor, that was once Agent Texas, lie in the snow. She was limp, lifeless, yet still brought up many of his... Epsilon's... memories. He loved her. No, he didn't. The Alpha loved her. He remembered every beautiful moment that he treasured with this wonderful woman, but they weren't his. She was the love of his life. She was the Director's lover. Her laugh always brought joy to him. He didn't even personally know her well. He would risk everything to bring her back, yet he was eventually able to realize that these "memories" and "emotions" weren't his. They were the many things that merged within his own subconscious when his assigned AI quit. Allison was not his, and he eventually has to come to terms with that... but that alone doesn't stop the grueling pain in his chest. That alone doesn't make him not want her to return to his arms with that smile she wore, perfectly. He wanted to see that strawberry-blonde hair once more. He wanted to hold her face and tell her "I love you" once again, but he knows he can't. Wash, unlike the Director, is able to identify the line between what is possible and what should happen.