Vasquez snorts. It all sounds very political and complicated. He'd been an outlaw and he'd killed when his life had been on the line or innocent people were getting caught in the crossfire, and somehow that had seemed like the easiest thing to do, because at least he had a code.

"Why? Did they make you think that you needed to fight the wrong people?" He's heard of that before, even if he hasn't seen it. Men make their own choices, as far as he's concerned.