[ 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. ]
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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. ]