"Of course I didn't like how things were going, Reyes-!" That anger spikes in him momentarily, and the shadows intensify, anger and anguish heavy in his chest.
"You were askin' me to be Deadlock all over again, when I was supposed to be redeeming myself for my crimes! I knew it was something you wouldn't ask, so I thought-"

In his anger, he's turned back to look at him, staring death straight in the face. He thought Reyes wouldn't have asked such things from him. He thought it must be the higher ups. He thought he wouldn't have blown the Swiss Headquarters sky high.

He thought he would have left.

"I did. And you stayed. And you know, for a long time after your death, I defended you? I didn't think you could do such a thing, but you know what?" Anger is burning inside of him now. A raw wound of guilt and anger and sorrow stirring up a storm inside of him. The ghosts behind the reaper grow restless, dark, and there's almost a low growling sound in the air.

"Maybe you were never the man I thought you were, considerin' you've up and joined the same people who killed Ana! Who ambushed us! Who I lost my goddamn arm to! Mercenary or no, you ain't got some sorta standard, pops?!"

It slips out without him thinking, face contorted in pain as he tries to temper his emotions. If he had stayed, would things had been different? Would he have managed to convince Reyes otherwise, uncover the plot to frame him, hauled him out of that blast before it was too late?

"I ran 'cause I didn't have a choice anymore. I ran 'cause I was tryin' to be the person you wanted me to be when you hauled me outta Deadlock-!"