A/N: So, howabout that season ten clip?
Wash sequesters his feelings away.
It's always been natural for him to separate battle from the rest of life, and it comes so easily now that he almost doesn't notice it. It isn't Connie that they're fighting now. It can't be. She's from life, not from this battle where engines roar and York's back smashes against the dirt twice in thirty seconds. Wash just keeps living in the moment. This way, he can fight and kill and not think about her giving orders to the people he's killing.
For her, sending the troopers against the Freelancers instead of going herself is both natural and easy. They're strong, she's seen how they work, and she has other business to attend to. Every step, every keystroke, gets her closer to defeating the Director, that mad dictator who, finding no way to control the people around him, ruined them all by parsing up himself. She sees Sigma on one of her troopers' helmet cams and shivers. Her enemy is throwing unquiet ghosts at her. Thinking about Sigma starts up other thoughts: how long was Maine in that pod? Was he happy? Did York and Wash joke about putting him in there? But then she looks back at Sigma's nacreous glow again and reminds herself that even if the Freelancers think they're the superheroes in this story, laughing and joking like they're having so much self-assured fun, they're just minions who were tricked into this war. She lost them behind the line that Wash (stupid, predictable, reliable Wash) did not understand.
CT sequesters her feelings away.