There's a grunt of questioning like McCree hadn't heard him, or was pretending for a moment not to. He was frankly stalling, if for just a moment to appreciate the comfort of heady smoke as it swirled in his mouth.
A moment short-lived before McCree gestured flippantly with his hand, trailing smoke in the air. He's conducting an orchestra and has no idea what song to play.
"Yes and no." He finally says, like he knew the answer all along. Did it really matter now that they had, apparently, much bigger problems to worry about with Legion?
"Don't need Winston's blessings to enact justice as it's needed." He exhaled in 76's general direction, like the smoke would do him some good. "You know I can't keep away from that."
no subject
A moment short-lived before McCree gestured flippantly with his hand, trailing smoke in the air. He's conducting an orchestra and has no idea what song to play.
"Yes and no." He finally says, like he knew the answer all along. Did it really matter now that they had, apparently, much bigger problems to worry about with Legion?
"Don't need Winston's blessings to enact justice as it's needed." He exhaled in 76's general direction, like the smoke would do him some good. "You know I can't keep away from that."