Oh, Blackwatch was another matter entirely. With Blackwatch, it wasn't that he didn't understand it, it was that he didn't condone it. He'd been a soldier in the past, the sort of soldier that knew how to follow orders without question. But that philosophy could only last for so long in the context of a black ops unit with... questionable morality.

"... That is a lot to accept, my friend," Reinhardt said, his cup set down on the counter. Both hands wrapped around it, as he stared intently into the contents of the cup. "Not that I do not believe you, far from it... it just brings many things into questions, things that I had never considered before..."

Had Overwatch been funded with ulterior motives in mind? Was Blackwatch meant to destroy Overwatch from within? Those questions, and more, rang through Reinhardt's head. But all the same, he refused to let it bog him down. His tense expression changing into a wide smirk, as he brought a hand up, and firmly brought it down on Jack's back.

"I suppose that just means we will have to bring them to justice together!"