There's green in the back of his eye when Locus looks up- it's not just York he has wronged in this. Delta felt some measure of fondness for Carolina and Wash- they were a part of his team. Part of the overall equation that made up the whole that was York's Unit. They both stand still and silent and stern, analyzing this. The words. The contrition. It isn't benevolent or wrathful, it isn't judgmental. They aren't certain what they are other than waiting.

Gauging.

How does one measure guilt? It's a human element that Delta hasn't wrapped his mind around just yet but-

Locus has every sign here of being sincere...and that will have to be enough for him. "Please say this is the last big surprise you got for me man, cuz I don't know if I could take a third."