They let him go, allowing him his momentary freedom. Larry simply holsters his rifle and starts to stretch out his limbs, thinking he might as well. Give him a chance to enjoy something normal before an end. Maybe.

Maybe, as the stranger from the West gives words that Larry can appreciate, that has him remembering a time not so long ago. Of Reddin and her goofy smiles.

"Xavier. He was always one step away from opening fire on us." Larry looks toward the aforementioned entrance. "Maybe today's the day he finally snapped. Park, you know." He laughs uneasily. "He had a 'disagreement' with the Outcasts years ago over a pre-War artifact. They were still shooting at him the last I heard."

And such behavior can be an excuse. A reason.