He's hunched over double, hiding his face so Reyes can't see the red in his eyes, the trickle of water down his cheeks. His gloved hand slides back into his hair as he waits, patient, waiting for the arm to be put back together.

"Maybe not in so many words." He replies, quiet, ignoring how the ghosts are starting to fade as he lets it all out. Like wisps of fog disappearing in the light of the dawn, or shadows extinguishing with a lightbulb's incandescent.
"Might have just asked when you were retirin'. Tried to see if you'd come with me. I keep replayin' that conversation in my head but after all these years the words have changed, you know?"

A pause, and then he looks up.
"But there's one thing I know I wanted, and that was you to come with me. To leave Blackwatch before we had to cross another line we couldn't."