Hypocrite. Happy to take his own second chance and make his own path on his own terms, but will he extend the same courtesy? No. Of course not. Blinded by self-righteousness.

Ever the disappointment.

"And how far does your power extend, Agent Washington? What rank do you hold that gives you authority over me?"

It makes Locus less than cooperative, though he's still restraining himself from simply knocking Wash to the ground and beating the glass of his helmet into his face. So that has to count for something. Instead his fingers curl at his sides, tone disdainful if anything.

"You have none. I am not here to answer to you. As I told the Simulation Troopers, I will set things right. But how I do so is not yours to dictate."

And the way he stares back unflinchingly, the set of his shoulders, is all he needs to tell Washington exactly where he can shove that ultimatum.