[It's late at the motel on the stop, and Wash is sitting up, breathing hard again]
Gorram it, if I ever get a good night's sleep again without a nightmare, it'll be a gorram miracle. Already had enough demons that won't leave my brain...the war, Niska...now I'm always ending up being eaten again.
[He realizes the thing is recording and sighs]
Great, now everyone probably knows I'm a weak guy who can't deal with hard times like a real man...
[He turns it off with a grumble about maybe getting a drink or something.]