Evidently the reports of bodies and minds being influenced include physical transformation and madness, if what Sombra's saying is correct. He keeps in step, jaw tightening and neck tense as Sombra continues to talk. Felix. Fucking space Cthulu had reached into Locus' past and brought Felix back.

There's no doubt in Wash's mind that turning down the mission had been the right move; if he'd come face to face with a lovecraftian horror with the power to rub his nose in all the awful shit that had happened in his past, he never would have survived.

Also, Locus is going to be a fucking wreck when Wash gets to him. Great.

"Gray and orange," he says, immediately tipping his hand as to what he knows. "And if he shows up here alive, either put a bullet in his head or do not engage." A beat. "If he shows up as a zombie, we have a whole other set of problems." The levity is probably not appreciated, but Wash needs the distance.

"Did you see anyone else?"