He frowns. No, it didn't kill Jack Morrison, but...

"Overwatch died that day." Definitively.

"Felt it comin'." He admits softly, like some secret he kept buried in his heart all these years despite making it blatantly obvious he felt the creeping dread of the organization's death on the horizon and wasn't about to stick around to be swallowed whole by it. For whatever that was worth.