It had been a difficult choice. It hadn't been one he'd taken lightly. But Blackwatch was asking for him to act like he was a member of Deadlock again. Riskier missions, ones that involved innocents getting in harm's way, and after the incident that had him lose his arm, the hearing in his left ear, and part of his chest?

He ran.

"You don't remember a damn thing, do you, 'bout why I left." He mutters, still trying not to look at him. The air is cold, and those ghosts keep crowding him and the Reaper alike, wearing faces too familiar to him.
"You don't remember me askin' if you'd retire, too."