There's a part of him that resents all of this, regardless of Washington reasons or his motivations. Obviously Locus has given him cause in the past to doubt the validity of his claims, and the reasonable part of him knows that. That doesn't make it go down any easier watching him play through the footage and weighing the events on some sort of moral scale before deeming him worthy.

That he has the gall isn't surprising. Far from it. It's everything he's come to expect of the man.

But there is some relief in knowing that now, he understands. He's seen for himself what transpired, and knows where Locus stands on the matter. Perhaps now he'll be a little less concerned that Locus is going to turn around and murder all of his comrades just to make some sort of point. What that point is, he couldn't begin to guess, but that had obviously been some sort of concern of his.

There is no victory in this. Only a sense of finality as he turns away, back towards the glass and the vast blackness beyond. This, whatever this is, is going to be the starting point for whoever he decides to become.

He still hasn't the faintest idea who that is. Whatever is left of Locus that can be refashioned and reforged to this new purpose, perhaps.