The fact that Wash didn't want him to leave was enough for North at the moment. He had questions, a lot of them, but he could set them aside for later. If anything, he was getting a second chance, or a least a chance to redeem his future self, and he wasn't going to screw things up this time.

"How bad of a shot are we talking here?" He asked, taking a few steps closer to Wash, and calling Cactus over. The pricklemane scampered over to North's feet. Just how badly did Wash and his AI not get along?

"And Wash? Thanks."