[Reaper makes a grab for 76's clawing hand after a few attempts to dodge away, angry red marks left by the gloves across his skin. His voice comes out in a low, angry growl.]
I already did.
[The choice had been far too easy in some respects, knowing that Overwatch and Blackwatch were rotting away underneath a thin veneer. With everything he had once believed in worn away, and friends? He felt he no longer had any at his back at that point. Jesse had already left, Ana was gone, and every encounter with Jack was a confrontation of one streak or another. What could be done, if he couldn't find it, when it on behind his back? It was never meant as a solution, just to bring about an end.]
And what were you gonna do? Make a fool martyr of yourself?
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I already did.
[The choice had been far too easy in some respects, knowing that Overwatch and Blackwatch were rotting away underneath a thin veneer. With everything he had once believed in worn away, and friends? He felt he no longer had any at his back at that point. Jesse had already left, Ana was gone, and every encounter with Jack was a confrontation of one streak or another. What could be done, if he couldn't find it, when it on behind his back? It was never meant as a solution, just to bring about an end.]
And what were you gonna do? Make a fool martyr of yourself?