[No. He's not Church. Church was the Alpha, someone who actually understood when you talked to him and was a jackass in his own right, but at least he got it. Epsilon is nothing but a pale imitation, something that Wash will never be able to get away from, not completely, no matter how hard he tries. It will never end, and Epsilon just makes it worse.]

[He pulls his knife out of its sheath. If he remembers those schematics correctly - and he usually does - the voice processors for the robot body should be in the throat. He wonders how long it would take to remove them one-handed. It's an option, even if part of him still doesn't want to go that deep. There's a line, and he's dangerously close to crossing it, and he knows what's on the other side and he doesn't want to go there again, he doesn't, but if it's the only way he can survive he might not have that choice.]

[And Epsilon just keeps pushing and if he doesn't push back he'll go under and he can't do that.]

No, I don't think you understand. At all. If you didn't want to hurt me, you would keep your mouth shut and you would leave me alone when I tell you to!

This is your last chance, Epsilon. Shut. Up.

[Fang hisses a warning at Allison. He's not letting her pass. He's not letting his person get hurt. He doesn't want to fight her, but if he has to, he will.]