Because I can't trust that I won't make the same mistakes again.

Silence creeps over them again, save for the ambient hum of an air processor somewhere in the background. There's a question of how to articulate this, because it wasn't as though he wanted to die. That wasn't it at all.

Because I'm a danger to those around me.

It would just be easier. For him. For everyone involved. The Faceless hadn't been wrong.

Because you were right about me.

The Legion would be better off without him, and it had seemed logical at the time. Let the resources go to those they could help. Which implied he was beyond help. Which opened a whole other can of worms he did not want to delve into now. Or ever.

Instead, avoid the discussion entirely, eyes still resting elsewhere. Anywhere but Washington himself. "I don't know."