I've never said I'm not involved. I was speaking exclusively of Jesse's biopsies. And you aren't answering my question.
[ No excuses are made for Gabriel, even if he hasn't laid a finger on her (yet, barring his panic attack that left her blocking a haymaker). Time after time she's run into him without a hint of malice or ill intent from him, though that didn't mean she would so easily forgive what he had done to Jesse and Fareeha on arrival. Yet he hadn't been the only one to cause damage, either. How often had 76 been throwing punches? Angela couldn't even count them on her hands anymore.
The gist of it is: prove yourself worthy of the information and we'll talk. ]
You vastly underestimate my relationship with him; "when the time comes", I'll have something to help him. And I will have no issues administering whatever that fix may be.
[ Which is to say he'll have to offer something better than that if he wants to pry the answers from her. But also consider doctor-patient confidentiality and how closely she will guard those particulars, cradling them close to her chest. ]
You have a remarkable amount of faith in someone who keeps trying to kill your friends and put you in a cast. How do you think he's going to react when you say you're going to 'fix' him?
It is more patience than faith, and again, he has been largely controlling himself. What happened to me was unintentional; he was in a panic and he didn't recognize me. I bumped into him around a corner.
I have my own way with words, 76. I have faith that it will go over far from disastrously, even if it likely won't be "well". We have history and trust.
Then that's my business. You can tell my corpse "I told you so" and do what you see fit after the fact, provided death sticks.
[ Heroes Never Die, after all. It's hard to say if he'd maul her bad enough that she wouldn't come back from it. (Provided none of them know death isn't permanent here, yet.) ]
There won't be one; you'll have to trust me on that front.
It isn't that you've given me reason not to trust you so much as you haven't given me enough reason to trust you with classified information of that caliber. I don't know what you'll do with it, and that is unfortunately grounds not to share. Even if Reaper is no longer who he used to be, I will still be doing my best to help him because he's earned no less than my utmost efforts in the 15 years I worked alongside him. The man that he was earned it, even if the man he is now may not seem worth it.
Giving you information on his physiology is not helping him. If the time comes that action needs to be taken against him, then know that I will tell you.
But not a day sooner. I am firm on this and you won't be bending my ear to it. Eat your cookies, 76.
[This is the part where it would just be easier to come clean, reveal himself as the single most trustworthy person he could possibly be (if not for the fact that he faked his death), but it's still too dangerous and he's still too stubborn. If she wants to put Gabriel and everything he's done over the safety of the rest of them, so be it. He can't say he doesn't understand, but though it's unfair of him to expect her to give him the tools to kill Reaper, it frustrates him anyway. Enough to be a little petty, maybe.
He returns the boxes to her room. They sit outside her door, untouched.]
[ It would be significantly easier, but instead she simply returns from her shift to find the cookies left outside her door, shoulders slumping with a sigh and leaving the pup at her heel offering up a soft whine with the turn in mood, and she's slow-moving as she kneels down to pick up the basket.
Even the bone for DD is still there, and "petty" doesn't even begin to cover the man known as Soldier: 76. She places a hand on the lock and the door to her room opens, and she just walks inside with Eiger.
The cookies are set down on the table and she lowers to her bed and lays an arm over her face, without the energy to even retaliate. She'd clearly thought better of him than she should have if he was going to be this puerile over something as silly as baked goods when he didn't get his way. Perhaps she'd been a fool to try and trust him after all, and it's only for the better that she hadn't divulged any sensitive information.
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What is your interest in Reaper, in the first place?
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[The one where he drew 76's visor all over some fruit and then smashed it a bunch.]
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I'm not so foolhardy as that, and my kindness and suspension of belief will only extend so far in attempting a working friendship.
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[Because. You know. He's digging around in all of this classified Overwatch information.]
We've crossed paths. Reaper doesn't like other mercenaries much.
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[ Read: You punched an awful lot of my people. ]
Just enjoy the cookies, 76, and say "thank you".
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[ No excuses are made for Gabriel, even if he hasn't laid a finger on her (yet, barring his panic attack that left her blocking a haymaker). Time after time she's run into him without a hint of malice or ill intent from him, though that didn't mean she would so easily forgive what he had done to Jesse and Fareeha on arrival. Yet he hadn't been the only one to cause damage, either. How often had 76 been throwing punches? Angela couldn't even count them on her hands anymore.
The gist of it is: prove yourself worthy of the information and we'll talk. ]
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[ Which is to say he'll have to offer something better than that if he wants to pry the answers from her. But also consider doctor-patient confidentiality and how closely she will guard those particulars, cradling them close to her chest. ]
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I have my own way with words, 76. I have faith that it will go over far from disastrously, even if it likely won't be "well". We have history and trust.
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[ Heroes Never Die, after all. It's hard to say if he'd maul her bad enough that she wouldn't come back from it. (Provided none of them know death isn't permanent here, yet.) ]
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Have I given you reason not to trust me?
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It isn't that you've given me reason not to trust you so much as you haven't given me enough reason to trust you with classified information of that caliber. I don't know what you'll do with it, and that is unfortunately grounds not to share. Even if Reaper is no longer who he used to be, I will still be doing my best to help him because he's earned no less than my utmost efforts in the 15 years I worked alongside him. The man that he was earned it, even if the man he is now may not seem worth it.
Giving you information on his physiology is not helping him. If the time comes that action needs to be taken against him, then know that I will tell you.
But not a day sooner. I am firm on this and you won't be bending my ear to it. Eat your cookies, 76.
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He returns the boxes to her room. They sit outside her door, untouched.]
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Even the bone for DD is still there, and "petty" doesn't even begin to cover the man known as Soldier: 76. She places a hand on the lock and the door to her room opens, and she just walks inside with Eiger.
The cookies are set down on the table and she lowers to her bed and lays an arm over her face, without the energy to even retaliate. She'd clearly thought better of him than she should have if he was going to be this puerile over something as silly as baked goods when he didn't get his way. Perhaps she'd been a fool to try and trust him after all, and it's only for the better that she hadn't divulged any sensitive information.
Still, she could have hoped. ]