And Jack Morrison, of course, had sacrificed everything to the cause; for Overwatch, to Overwatch, and even Blackwatch in a way. It had been needed, and so important to do what he couldn't because of his position, had trusted Gabriel Reyes to do what he had always done best. So he had allowed himself to be bound by red tape as strings, the UN as his puppeteers with a stranglehold growing ever tighter around his throat.

He never took it laying down, until there was nothing left, but even without support he'd tried. "A failure of them not taking it in to account," growled as the words were. One little thing they had in common- he just got away with it because of his looks and the fact he knew how to convince people to work with him.

"Could ask the same of you, what brings your miserable carcass here?" Didn't stop him from taking a direct hit to the tree itself, shaking it from roots to the very top as if something so much larger had hit it. The wood creaking as limbs trembled and leaves shivered while some actually came loose to fall.