Everyone's dead. The only reason people aren't dying anymore is because there's no one left.

[It's him and Carolina; the last remnants of Project Freelancer. If any of the others survived - well, he's probably better off not knowing, isn't he? Considering the way most of his old co-workers tend to go once they reconnect with him.]

You wanna hear about how we lost Tex - both times? Or Maine? [It bites in the back of his throat. That head domed in gold, entire conversations carried out in the way of silent glances in his direction while Washington filled the silence with words, all grinning insolence and woefully unprepared for what would follow knowing his friend got his throat shot out.] You wanna know how he went out? 'Cause it wasn't nice and quick like it was for most of them.