“You
have to understand,” Wesley implores, “This happened at the end
of a bad run for me. Starting with that bloody unsinkable ship, then
the Great War, which was hard on all of us, I know. But then there
was Kanto.”
“Mr
Mustela, this is the 20th
Century,” Ash retorts, “We're all having a bad run. You don't
see the rest of us just giving up on our duty.”
“It's not Mister Mustela,” Wesley replies, sheepishly. “Just
Mustela.”
“I am aware of that,” comes the answer. “I just wasn't sure if
you were. So you couldn't bring yourself to call a Specialist, what
did you do instead?”
“I went with her.”
