It is somewhat strange, now that he brings it up. He's not entirely certain himself why the thought of the Reds and Blues dying brought him no joy, no relief. Perhaps he'd already divorced himself from the thought of being their enemy so completely that it didn't matter. They were no longer on opposing sides. His investment in their demise had ended.

But Wash seems intent on pursuing this, for whatever reason. Locus turns back just enough to observe him where he stands, deliberating how much to reveal. Well. If it doesn't matter, then what's the harm?

"If I had waited to decide, Felix would not be dead. And Simulation Troopers would not be alive to tell."