[ memories flash in his head, clear as day — when he met ana and reyes — gabe, his mind supplies, treacherous and melancholy with it — and felt the whole world slot into place like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle connected at last. that magic is gone now, but its essence lingers from beyond their graves. ]

That doesn't deter me.

[ the price of victory, but at a cost, and he is only too aware that it might just be his downfall. it doesn't stop the thirst for the truth, for justice undelivered to be uncovered and put right. overwatch was an institution he believed in, once upon a time. he's turned away from its cause ever since, but hasn't stop becoming the greatest motivator of his life.

he might not like what he finds, he might not even live long enough to start, but as the saying goes, the truth will always set you free. ]

A new war's brewing, Ana. No one likes to talk about it, but us soldiers know: it's only a matter of time. We don't need history repeating itself.

[ he looks at his hands, calloused and tried by fire, tracing the veins on the back of it with his eyes. ]

What about Fareeha?