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Redemption Romance

Look Past the Blood on Your Hands

Red's in your ledger or you're making your way towards a crimson page by your very nature. Did you simply do what you had to do in order to survive? No one could understand how you lived. That could be just what you tell yourself, though; really, you might have enjoyed your crimes. You're not proud of some of what you've done, no matter what, and there's a part of you that will probably never heal.

If you were someone else looking in, you'd never be able to stand looking at you, much less stomach you.

But someone does all of that willingly. They can look past the blood on your hands and the bad decisions weighing on your shoulders. It's you they care about, not your history. Actually, they may even love you, though you can't begin to fathom why.

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[Could be either/or, though Lexa hasn't, and never will have a shortage of blood on her hands. F/F for shipping.]

[ All versions of Kaneki also available! ]

( ooc: Mercy will likely be the accepting partner! She likely has her fair share of blood on her hands, but in the form of a medic. )

[There are worse things, he thinks, than Ziegler knowing the truth. It's risky, sure, but the global situation's escalating beyond what most people know, and even internationally wanted vigilantes need allies. Her figuring him out, though not ideal, has potentially been more advantageous than he wants to admit.

76 doesn't ever bring it up, when they cross paths. It's better not to, for her safety and his, and he never stays long. That's for safety too, at least partially, but really it's just hard to face her--to keep asking things of her--after everything he's done and continues to do. He tells himself that he can't really be blamed for any irrational decisions made in the immediate aftermath of the HQ explosion, but the truth is that when the dust cleared, he made the conscious decision to stay dead. He left the rest of them to deal with the fallout on their own.

He spends a lot of time thinking about how he'd prefer it if she'd just hate him.

But it's good that she doesn't (or at least, takes her oath seriously enough not to turn him away when he really needs it), because he can't deny that sometimes he gets in over his head. Like tonight. He got in over his head.]

Heard you were in the neighborhood.

[Lucky for him. He shows up uninvited and keeps his voice low, quietly sliding into her medical tent long past acceptable waking hours. It's rude, maybe, but vigilantes don't exactly operate during the daytime, and the last thing an ex-Overwatch agent needs is to be caught palling around with the likes of him.]

Need a favor.

[Patch job, if the blood is any indication. Same favor as always.]

[ It's difficult not to want to support your allies after your Headquarters was blown sky high. Being in her home country, even, Mercy was on the scene and had to deal with that aftermath; tensions had been rising between the two for quite some time and the fight was only inevitable. Thankfully enough, Jack had escaped with most of his life. Reyes... well, it was luck that she was on hand and not off in some other war-torn part of the world.

Though she did her best to take no sides, Angela had no interest in supporting Talon or its operatives, far shadier than those who founded Overwatch on the pretense of a united front of violence quelling the disasters of the world. She thinks about it often; the repercussions of her actions that day, how what had happened was equal parts mistake and tragedy. Choosing to save a life that has only gone on to take others so selfishly. On the opposite hand, choosing to be Soldier: 76's ally was something that had brought her no regrets. That her old Overwatch friends were alive and still fighting to bring balance and peace to the planet leaves her heart swelling with pride. Isn't it only natural that 76's presence would result in the same? Hate simply wasn't in her nature. Nothing good came of those who held fragile lives in their hands and made room in their hearts for hatred and animosity towards others. Distaste, though... he is always leaving too soon.

That familiar growl barely registers, preceding the sound of soft footsteps in the dirt causing more noise than was typical, causing her to rise immediately from her chair. Nothing in her demeanor suggests surprise, moving with an urgent bit of caution and one hand still on the back of her seat until her mind seems to catch up with her reflexes— and then she smiles, reaching for him in a friendly manner. ]

Of course, old friend. What have you gotten yourself into this time?

[ It's an effort not to say "Where does it hurt?" She has no problems taking him gently by the elbow and guiding him to her cot to sit down, eyes scanning his body in the dim light for the blood she can smell on him. Offering support should he limp, strong for as tiny as she may be compared to the others. The inherent trust in his ability to sneak around and her own discretion leaves her without a single worry of what he fears; no one would ever know a thing. ]

[She might not be saying 'where does it hurt', but he knows her well enough to understand that it's the implication. 76 has a lot of pride--more than is healthy in most situations, but there's a comforting familiarity in Angela that's hard to resist, sometimes.

Or, you know, maybe it's just the blood loss.]

The usual.

[Vigilante stuff. He grunts a little as she slides up next to him to offer support. 76 might be genetically enhanced, but he's still getting on, and he doesn't exactly bounce back from injury the way he used to. He'll let her guide him to sit, and once he does, he peels his hand away from his side. The glove is sticky with blood, a dark stain on his jacket to match it.]

All fun and games until someone pulls out a knife, right?

[He sounds mildly perturbed, like it's little more than an inconvenience--a testament to a sloppy night.]

[ She'll opt for the former, really. Mercy knows better than most what a good heart the man had hidden away under that gruff exterior, having seen him barging through the front lines time and time again to cut out a path for civilians to escape— or barreling through gunfire to shield a little girl separated from her family and cowering off in a corner, or just plain getting into these sorts of scrapes and scuffles fighting gangs and cartels to keep their influence away from towns and good people.

Once he's seated, her touch slips up his arm before hesitantly turning away to gather up her supplies— the first of which is the only cup that'd been on her desk, topped off with hot coffee from a thermos. She'll pass that over to him before reaching for her medical kit, lamenting the distance between her and her suit and staff clear across the camp under guard. Any other time she'd appreciate the careful nature taken for her one and only suit, but this would be so much easier with her staff. Alas, they just had to go about this the old fashioned way.

Returning again with her bag and one of her tent's lanterns in hand to set beside him, Mercy kneels on the ground in front of him and sanitizes her hands before reaching for his own bloodied one to remove the ruined glove. Any evidence of his DNA and all bandages will be quietly burned in the nearest unattended campfire when he's left. Jesse would be proud to hear her say "This isn't my first rodeo". Perhaps she should have more tact in undressing a man, but she's quick to unzip his jacket and use his hand to guide him to hold his shirt up for her, adjusting the lantern to have a good look at the stab wound. ]

You are one of very few that would call this fun and games. [ A bit of prodding around, ever gentle as she cleans up the excess congealing blood to get a better look at the entry wound. There's a slight exit hole on his back to indicate angle, placement indicating nothing vital was hit. No bright blood; the relief is clear on her face with the way her brows relax, sighing softly as her smile returns with a little quirk of the lips. ] You have done well to live another day. You've stemmed most of the bleeding for now, but let's get you cleaned up.

[ Stitches would be necessary. He'd probably rip them in a few days, but that should be plenty of time for his body to heal enough that they would no longer be needed. She'll have to remember to use the disintegrating sutures; a sad part of her knows that he won't return for something as routine and simple as removing stitches. He takes a great risk every time he shows up to see her, but every time she's glad to see him, knowing he's still doing well. That he's safe. Alive. Somewhere out there he's still fighting for what they know is right. If only she could offer him some sort of safety and asylum to rest and recuperate, even if it lasted a few days. They weren't getting any younger; the truth of that lies before her, in how slowly his body reacted to damage these days. Even augmented genes break down with age. No one could live forever.

Cleaned and packed with some antibacterial cream, Mercy makes quick work of taping up the easier exit wound before moving back to the entry point, using a bit more care as she cleans congealed and dried blood from his stomach. Her touch is light, taking her time now that she's ascertained he's in no immediate danger to be thorough. ]

I do wish you would be more careful. There is no one out there to have your back these days.

[ Would that she could; but it isn't so easy to drop one's life work to become a vigilante. Even for a good cause. People all over the world still needed her, and the relief she provided far outweighed her selfish desire to be at his side. If only it weren't so. Her fingertips linger on his stomach, brows furrowed once again with a sad little look aimed at his wound. ]

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