[At this point, McCree would rather a slow death. Something...peaceful. Calm. It wouldn't be the death he deserves, but that means it's what he wants.

He's thought about his end too much, probably. But he knows it's coming. He can't avoid it forever.]

I could, you guess.

[It's said with a snort and a roll of his eyes, a forced sort of nonchalance.]

Nah, but I knew it was comin'. Weren't any way I was gettin' out without having some bullets spent.

[Not just that deal, no. Deadlock was for life - that sort of festering disease growing unchecked while the world was caught up in the Crisis never let anyone go if it could help it.

McCree got lucky on his first deal and he got lucky when Gabriel Reyes stormed the Gorge. Eventually, that luck'll run dry, but he's old enough now to accept that.

For the most part.]