This is certainly it's own level of hell. He keeps hold of them both, agreeing with Wash. "Yeah, keep your eyes closed! You're real tough, I know you got it."

Even if she's torn up. Even if those sounds she makes in this kind of maelstrom remind him of shit he doesn't like to think about. It's working. He's inching them over there, minding Wash's step every bit of the way.

He doesn't want to see him lose his step. What he's carrying is too important.