Changing into someone else's armor was a terrifying task in Sidewinder. The moment you removed your own, you had about five seconds to get into a new suit before you got frostbite. Washington had managed it though, and now he was using the spray paint they had found to add a personal touch to the armor Church had worn. The others were setting up his armor so it looked like he had died in the battle for when command came, and Doc tended to the wounded. It was hard to believe they would do all this, after all he had done.

"Man, is it cold out here or what?" Doc called out as he approached Wash.

"It's worse without the heat of your armor. Did the guys finish getting everything ready?"

The Medic nodded as he stopped to appraise Wash's new appearance "You look good. I think Cobalt fits you. So…Are you feeling okay?"

"Thanks. Yeah, you already checked my wounds, my healing unit kept the pain down."

"No, I mean, you seemed pretty close to that Meta guy, and it is right after seeing another of your freelancer buddies dead in the desert. I just wondered how you were holding up."

This caught him off guard, he'd always been close to Maine and Connie, but he'd been trying to hide what he felt from his hostage. Thinking about it, he didn't really need to hide it now, since Doc wasn't his prisoner anymore.

"I think I'll be okay. I feel like I already lost them a long time ago."

"That's fine then, I guess…" Doc wondered what such a statement could mean, but decided not to push it "Is there anything else bothering you?"

"I just wonder why they don't just let me go to jail. I killed their friend, so they could leave me to die in return."

"I don't think these guys are so big on revenge or holding grudges. They still seem a bit bothered by it, but they can turn pretty much anything into a joke eventually. You know, I tried to kill them before too, but everyone likes me!

"Wait, you did?"

"I told you about that really angry A.I. didn't I? It made me attack them. I'm a pacifist, so it still bothers me that my hands were used to hurt people, but that doesn't mean I can't be cheerful."

It was oddly comforting to be talking to someone else hurt by an A.I., even if their situations weren't the same.

"I actually killed that guy though… Donut, I think his name was? You saw his body yourself." Wash mumbled as he checked the time. "Soldiers from command will be here soon, I think you should leave. It will probably be easier for you if they don't think you were involved with this."

"Aw… Nice of you to worry about me, I'll be going then, see you around!" Doc said as he turned around and began to walk off. Wash watched him for a minute, before remembering one last thing he needed to say.

"Wait, Doc!"

"Yes?

"Thank you for saving me. You could have just let me die in that avalanche. You could have left during that battle and never had to see me again."

"I couldn't have just let someone die, I was just doing my job." He smiled, secretly proud of having helped "Take care of yourself, and goodbye."

As he walked away, Doc couldn't help thinking about Donut. He had looked over the body, and found no signs of life, but his armor was locked up in way similar to how Church had been when they came after Tex had shot him. It was strange, even though it was now weeks since he had been shot, Doc felt a feeling in his gut that he should go back to Valhalla. He switched from a walking pace to a jog. If Donut was still alive, Wash wouldn't have to be so guilty. It would be a long trip, but it seemed worth it, even for the small chance. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to save a second life.