Locus, for his part, doesn't contribute. He doesn't have to. His betrayal is the one they should have seen coming a mile off, and Washington's reaction should have sold it. He's no Felix, but it had still been...suitably dramatic.

If anything, he looks tired of all of this. Standing at the ready, mask a blank slate, weapon lowered but still in handy, waiting for the next step to be taken. That's what he is, for all intents an purposes. A gun, waiting to be aimed in the right direction.