If you choose to land yourself in prison, I ain't gonna stop you.

[Doesn't mean Jack is going to keep quiet about it. He's never been one to keep his opinions to himself, and that hasn't changed in death.]

You want to throw away all the good we did on Winston's little stunt, you're free to do it. But you've got no idea how deep this goes.

[Which is something he thinks he's said to Reinhardt before, more than the others. The media fed the public an easy-to-swallow story about Reyes' jealousy and Blackwatch going off the rails. Preserve his memory. Close the book on their little peacekeeping experiment and keep people from looking any deeper. It burns Jack up inside in a way he can't quite articulate. Overwatch was his mistake--why can't they let him chase the ghosts? He's the one who's already dead.

His eyebrows are furrowed when he manages to meet Reinhardt's eyes, the scar the cuts across the bridge of his nose wrinkled up in an expression that barely contains a sort of visceral hurting, the kind that never really goes away.]

Thought you of all people might understand.