inkwreaths | call me out ver. 2!

[It is her, and he's not crazy, and she knows it's him, too. He supposes he could take off his mask and lay it all out on the table but he's become far too accustomed to having it not only as a way to obscure his identity, but as protection. He likes having something between himself and everyone else. Makes him harder to read. Reminds him that the man he used to be is dead, and he's someone (something) else now.

But Ana right in front of him makes that hard. Forces him to retread the past. He thinks about the days following the mission, anger threatening to bubble over and out of him.]

I had to tell Fareeha.

[That's so, so, selfish to say. It's mean, meant to make her feel guilt with which she's most certainly burdened. Taking her relationship with her daughter and making it about him and his feelings and the way that mission hurt. It all feeds back into the greater betrayal that's the only thing that drives him.]

[Ana flinches. Her daughter was one of her weaknesses. Jack knew this. She's talked to him before everything went to hell, about how she wanted the best for her daughter, how she was afraid the job may somehow transform her into a worse mother. For him to bring it up is a low blow. She understands where his anger bubbles from, but seeing a blow coming doesn't make it hurt any less.]

I know.

[Curt. What else is there to say? There's many who'd see her retreat from the world as cowardice and selfishness. If she were in Jack's shoes, she'd see it that way. What sort of soldier abandons their comrades?

But times have changed. Neither of them are the good soldiers they were trained to be.]

I left her a letter, not long after I disappeared.

[Admitting it is cruel. To have reached out to her daughter, yes, that was understandable. Jack, Gabe? They would've expected it. Yet--]

Contacting you, however... you must understand. It was far too risky. You had many eyes watching you, Jack.

[Oh. A letter. That makes it all better, except it doesn't, because he's still the one who came back from that mission and had to break the news. Still selfish, the more rational part of him tries to say, but that side of himself wins less and less, nowadays.]

If you wanted to, you would've found a way.

[He has no doubts about that. Which means she didn't want to, for whatever reason. After everything they've been through. She'd allowed him to believe for so many years that he'd gotten her killed.]

I know you.

Would it have helped?

[If he's going to hit the heart of the issue, so will she.]

We both know how you can get. [Too heroic, too dedicated, all too at risk of crashing and burning.] And you put yourself off the grid long before I could.

Maybe.

[He shrugs, a little desperately, because he doesn't know. Maybe it would have helped. Maybe he'd have known from the start that he wouldn't have to do this alone, and things would have been different.

But it seems like she's hit on something that he admits is true, because he's raising his hand to his visor, releasing the clasps on his mask. When he lets his arm fall to his side, it's with his ~~big ol anime eyes~~ face exposed.]

I do know we couldn't hold it together without you.

[For as much of a pillar as he tried to be, he'd never really recovered from that mission, and Reyes hadn't either.]

[Now there's a face she missed. How long has it been since she's seen someone familiar? Most of their old platoon is gone--discharged, dead, missing. Finding their Overwatch teammates was impossible with the restrictions in place. It was good to have someone she could trust on her side once again.

With a small smile, Ana shakes her head and takes a step closer.]

Things were getting complicated. If I was there, my presence would've only been a temporary solution.

[A good sniper knows positioning is everything. You can't see your target if you're in the thick of the storm. However--]

I'm sorry. [For vanishing. For failing to carry out her duty as a protector.] But I must ask: where is Reyes?

[He feels exposed all at once, but he tries to resist the urge to snap his visor back in place. 76 has to remind himself that this is Ana, that he has nothing to be worried about, because she's had his back for thirty years--but things are different now. She's always been very good at scrutinizing, and he can't help but feel her eyes on him.

But he's taking a step with her, meeting her in the middle, and his fingers twitch, like he wants to reach out and touch to make sure that she's real. He wants to answer her, accept the apology and then offer his own, but he's struggling to even be this close.

It's only the mention of Reyes that brings him back to Earth. He frowns deeply, resisting the urge to turn away.]

He's a gun for hire. [As far as he can tell, anyway. 76 wants to think he's playing Talon by working with them, but he can't be sure.]

I'm sure you saw the museum footage. Running with Talon. But whatever he is now, he's not--

[Not right. Not human.]

Edited 2016-08-22 17:33 (UTC)

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