It’s a complicated topic, just like any other that strays too close to his time with Overwatch. Jesse has always felt defensive of this around Ashe, and not only because of her own anger and resentment. He’d had to deal with his own change of heart, and his own shifting worldview, and what it all meant for him as he’d grown as both a man and a fighter. Part of him had perhaps never stopped feeling like he really had betrayed Deadlock at the end of the day.

“You don’t have a thing to prove to me.” That, at least, he can say confidently.

“It’s hard to explain. I was proud of Deadlock, but… at the same time, you know where it all came from. We were angry. And maybe you figured out a way to use that, make it work for you. I don’t know if I ever would’ve.” He’d never had her temper, but he’d been meaner back then for sure. Sharper around the edges. The world had hurt him, and he wanted to hurt it back.

Would he have ever learned to stop? That’s a question he’s not sure he knows the answer to.

“It wasn’t that I couldn’t do bad anymore, but I figured ‘good’ wasn’t ever going to apply to me. So I might as well do bad for a cause, I guess. Make it add up to somethin’ at the end of the day, somethin’ better than anything I could do on my own. That was the whole point of Blackwatch. But when you get down to the heart of it, I’ve always been the same kind of outlaw. Same as you. But once I started down on a path away from Deadlock, I knew it wasn't a road I could take back."

A hard truth, but he owes her nothing less.