Talking about what Overwatch means is all well and good--except for the fact that Jack doesn't believe in it anymore. He's burned up all his idealism and he's not sure what else he has left, beyond the self-destructive desire for revenge.
"You don't have to apologize."
He leans back in his chair, taking a long sip in an attempt to cover for the fact that he has nothing comforting to say. This is supposed to be his apology, not Reinhardt's and he feels the guilt creeping up into his chest at the way this conversation has gone.
"It was my fault."
Jack knows that's simplifying the situation--that there were countless factors at play, many involving entities much bigger than him. It doesn't change the fact that he thinks he could have done better. That in many ways, he failed them all.
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"You don't have to apologize."
He leans back in his chair, taking a long sip in an attempt to cover for the fact that he has nothing comforting to say. This is supposed to be his apology, not Reinhardt's and he feels the guilt creeping up into his chest at the way this conversation has gone.
"It was my fault."
Jack knows that's simplifying the situation--that there were countless factors at play, many involving entities much bigger than him. It doesn't change the fact that he thinks he could have done better. That in many ways, he failed them all.