"Just don't appreciate bein' called an ingrate for leavin' on my own terms." He scowls, reaching up to pick one of the beakers up. The whispy forms coming from his shadow seem to waver, irritated, stung by the accusations of his leaving.

He was supposed to be repenting from everything he'd done in Deadlock, and before he got out? That wasn't what he signed up for. That was never what he signed up for.

"You gonna be haunting me for the rest of the night, Reyes?"