Faraday's more of an idiot than Vasquez thought, if he's asking that question. Glaring at him, he shakes his head and leans down to pick up Faraday's hat, shoving it at his chest and staying there to reply. "You think I want to go back to the state that took my family's land? My home? Where they had to put an army together just to try and take back what was taken when the border crossed?" He exhales his derision and shakes his head. "You're not that stupid," he insists.

"I would shoot someone in the face and then you'd leave," he says, adding the gun belt to where he's pressing the hat, fingers still lingering as he starts to look at the room and see what's left to take so they won't come back here.

What he also doesn't say is that as much as he figures that one day, Faraday will seek out a separate path, Vasquez wants to delay that day as much as he can. Maybe his loneliness has fucked with his mind more than he knows, or maybe he's just finally letting himself acknowledge the fact he doesn't hate the man.