If you do not stop them. And what of the rest of us? What are we to do while you rush off doing this? Sit here?

[They were a team. They had been. Someone betrayed them? Fine, but that didn't mean ... it didn't mean they were useless. That they couldn't do something.]

[That Jack had to lie to the people who had trusted him. Who had been his friends.]

[He doesn't know what he's supposed to do with this. Like he's supposed to just accept the fact that one of his closest friends, the man he'd buried, the man he'd mourned, had been lying to his face for months, for years. For some sort of misguided notion of protecting him.]

[As if Reinhardt needed protection.]

And here? You had to continue your deception? These... people you fear have followed you here?

[He shakes his head. From the moment he heard of the Recall, his fate was decided. His story was decided. Maybe it was from the moment he refused to part with his armor.]

[Better death in battle than slow decline.]

What is it you want from me? Forgiveness? Understanding?