[ Even in cases where something good came from it, Wash can acknowledge how fucking horrible some things are. Like Spartans. Like this. The woman seems to ease up a bit when he says that, though, and she looking at him again. That's better, he thinks. He breathes out, rolls his shoulders to try and uncoil, himself. It's not particularly effective. ]

Magic? No, definitely not. No superpowers or whatever either. Technology that would seem like it if you didn't know how it worked? Yes.